From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock Which I May Call Almost Inexhaustible, Of Figurative, Elegant, And Sounding Words.