Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

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

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.