Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.