Men Are Apt To Offend

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.

No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.

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.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.