Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

But Most It Is Presumption In Us When The Help Of Heaven We Count The Act Of Men.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Naught But Fame.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

Music Can Minister To Minds Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain, And With Its Sweet Oblivious Antidote, Cleanse The Full Bosom Of All Perilous Stuff That Weighs Upon The Heart.