Music Has Charms To Soothe

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.

To Converse With Scandal Is To Play At Losing Loadum, You Must Lose A Good Name To Him, Before You Can Win It For Yourself.

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.

Nothing But You Can Lay Hold Of My Mind, And That Can Lay Hold Of Nothing But You.

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.