Good but rarely came from good advice.
There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.
There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned.