And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?
Music, the mosaic of the air.
Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns