Then From The Mint Walks

What So Pure, Which Envious Tongues Will Spare? Some Wicked Wits Have Libell'd All The Fair, With Matchless Impudence They Style A Wife, The Dear-bought Curse, And Lawful Plague Of Life; A Bosom Serpent, A Domestic Evil, A Night Invasion, And A Mid-day Devil; Let Not The Wise These Sland'rous Words Regard, But Curse The Bones Of Ev'ry Living Bard.

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.

Therefore They Who Say Our Thoughts Are Not Our Own Because They Resemble The Ancients, May As Well Say Our Faces Are Not Our Own, Because They Are Like Our Fathers: And Indeed It Is Very Unreasonable, That People Should Expect Us To Be Scholars, And Yet Be Angry To Find Us So.

Only Music Has The Ability To Take You To The Edge Of Reality And Allow You To Peek In For A Moment.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends