One Must Not Hold One's Self So

She Was Such A Good Loving Mother, My Best Friend. Oh, Who Was Happier Than I When I Could Still Say The Dear Name "mother," And It Was Heard, And Whom Can I Say It To Now?

Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.

Everything Should Be At Once Surprising And Inevitable.

This Is The Mark Of A Really Admirable Man: Steadfastness In The Face Of Trouble.

Art! Who Comprehends Her? With Whom Can One Consult Concerning This Great Goddess?