Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.
The starry cope Of heaven.
The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.