Music can noble hints impart, Engender fury, kindle love, With unsuspected eloquence can move, And manage all the man with secret art.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

Love is a second life; it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.

One should take good care not to grow too wise for so great a pleasure of life as laughter.

Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.

Friendships, in general, are suddenly contracted; and therefore it is no wonder they are easily dissolved.

T is the Divinity that stirs within us.