Music, when thus applied, raises noble hints in the mind of the hearer, and fills it with great conceptions. It strengthens devotion, and advances praise into rapture.
Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.
Life is not long enough for a coquette to play all her tricks in.
My heart leaps at the trumpet's voice.
There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.
Whether dark presages of the night proceed from any latent power of the soul during her abstraction, or from any operation of subordinate spirits, has been a dispute.