That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

Fills The air around with beauty.

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

The heart will break, but broken live on.