Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.

Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.

Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.