Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
William ShakespeareViolent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
William Shakespeare