A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.

He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

Aristotle ... imputed this symphony of the heavens ... this music of the spheres to Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras alone of mortals is said to have heard this harmony ... If our hearts were as pure, as chaste, as snowy as Pythagoras' was, our ears would resound and be filled with that supremely lovely music of the wheeling stars.