Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.

As some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.

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

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.