He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
Astrologers that future fates foreshow.
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.