Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

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.

Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.

The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.

Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.

Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.

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