Biochemically, Love Is Just Like

Aristotle ... Imputed This Symphony Of The Heavens ... This Music Of The Spheres To Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras Alone Of Mortals Is Said To Have Heard This Harmony ... If Our Hearts Were As Pure, As Chaste, As Snowy As Pythagoras' Was, Our Ears Would Resound And Be Filled With That Supremely Lovely Music Of The Wheeling Stars.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

Truth Is Compared In Scripture To A Streaming Fountain; If Her Waters Flow Not In Perpetual Progression, They Sicken Into A Muddy Pool Of Conformity And Tradition.

Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.