What passion cannot music raise and quell!
And plenty makes us poor.
If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.