Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heaven.

'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.

Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.

I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.