Tis not for mortals always to be blest.
Tis not too late to-morrow to be brave.
Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain.
When you're doing wrong, you're gonna think wrong.
Imagination paints a charming view of the future, conveniently adapted to the demands of our current emotion.
Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, And tottering empires rush by their own weight.