Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.