No, Make Me Mistress To The Man

'tis Not Enough Your Counsel Still Be True; Blunt Truths More Mischief Than Nice Falsehoods Do.

Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And Two Make Four?

Music The Fiercest Grief Can Charm, And Fate's Severest Rage Disarm. Music Can Soften Pain To Ease, And Make Despair And Madness Please; Our Joys Below It Can Improve, And Antedate The Bliss Above.

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.