A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.

Pardon's The Word To All.

This Is No Time To Lend Money, Especially Upon Bare Friendship Without Security.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory, This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O'erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire, Why, It Appears No Other Thing To Me Than A Foul And Pestilent Congregation Of Vapours. What A Piece Of Work Is A Man! How Noble In Reason! How Infinite In Faculty! In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable! In Action How Like An Angel! In Apprehension How Like A God! The Beauty Of The World! The Paragon Of Animals! And Yet, To Me, What Is This Quintessence Of Dust?

O Gentle Son, Upon The Heat And Flame Of Thy Distemper, Sprinkle Cool Patience.