Good To Forgive, Best To

Italy, My Italy! Queen Mary's Saying Serves For Me (when Fortune's Malice Lost Her Calais): "open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It 'italy.'"

Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change To Change Unceasingly, His Soul's Wings Never Furled!

And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.