My Masters Are Strange Folk

If I Decide To Be An Idiot, Then I'll Be An Idiot On My Own Accord.

On Land, On Sea, At Home Abroad, I Smoke My Pipe And Worship God.

Music Is An Agreeable Harmony For The Honor Of God And The Permissible Delights Of The Soul.

God's Gift To His Sorrowing Creatures Is A Joy Worthy Of Their Destiny.

A Composition On The Piano