Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

He Made All Countries Where He Came His Own.

Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today: Be Fair Or Foul Or Rain Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed In Spite Of Fate Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!