The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.

The ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.

Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

Temptation hath a music for all ears.

Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.

Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.