As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.