The Silence Often Of Pure

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

I That Please Some, Try All, Both Joy And Terror Of Good And Bad, That Makes And Unfolds Error.

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight, Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.