Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire

In Every Work Regard The Writer's End, Since None Can Compass More Than They Intend.

Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

There Should Be, Methinks, As Little Merit In Loving A Woman For Her Beauty As In Loving A Man For His Prosperity; Both Being Equally Subject To Change.

It Is Very Natural For A Young Friend And A Young Lover To Think The Persons They Love Have Nothing To Do But To Please Them.

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