These Glorious Things-words-are Man's Right Alone...without Words

Music Has Been Called The Speech Of The Angels; I Will Go Farther And Call It The Speech Of God Himself.

Every Duty Which Is Bidden To Wait Returns With Seven Fresh Duties At Its Back.

A Blessed Thing It Is To Have A Friend; One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly; Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults; Who Will Speak The Honest Truth To Us, While The World Flatters Us To Our Face, And Laughs At Us Behind Our Back; Who Will Give Us Counsel And Reproof In A Day Of Prosperity And Self-conceit; But Who, Again, Will Comfort And Encourage Us In Days Of Difficulty And Sorrow, When The World Leaves Us Alone To Fight Our Own Battle As We Can.

Our Wanton Accidents Take Root, And Grow To Vaunt Themselves God's Laws.

Depend Upon It, A Man Never Experiences Such Pleasure Or Grief After Fourteen Years As He Does Before, Unless In Some Cases, In His First Lovemaking, When The Sensation Is New To Him