One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
Imperfection means perfection hid.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.
There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music