Ah! How sweet coffee tastes! Lovelier than a thousand kisses, sweeter far than muscatel wine!
Harmony is next to Godliness
My masters are strange folk with very little care for music in them.
Without my morning coffee I'm just like a dried up piece of roast goat.
God's gift to his sorrowing creatures is a joy worthy of their destiny.
The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul.