If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

From Harmony, From Heavenly Harmony, This Universal Frame Began: When Nature Underneath A Heap Of Jarring Atoms Lay, And Could Not Heave Her Head, The Tuneful Voice Was Heard From High, 'arise, Ye More Than Dead!' Then Cold, And Hot, And Moist, And Dry, In Order To Their Stations Leap, And Music's Power Obey. From Harmony, From Heavenly Harmony, This Universal Frame Began: From Harmony To Harmony Through All The Compass Of The Notes It Ran, The Diapason Closing Full In Man.

But Love's A Malady Without A Cure.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.