Music Is Well Said To Be The

History Is A Mighty Dramos, Enacted Upon The Theatre Of Times, With Suns For Lamps And Eternity For A Background.

A Vein Of Poetry Exists In The Hearts Of All Men.

Is Not Every Meanest Day The Confluence Of Two Eternities?

Have Not I Myself Known Five Hundred Living Soldiers Sabred Into Crows' Meat For A Piece Of Glazed Cotton, Which They Call Their Flag; Which Had You Sold It At Any Market-cross, Would Not Have Brought Above Three Groschen?

See Deep Enough, And You See Musically.