Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.