Rossini Would Have Been A Great Composer

In Praise Of Thy Goodness I Must Confess That Thou Didst Try With All Thy Means To Draw Me To Thee. Sometimes It Pleased Thee To Let Me Feel The Heavy Hand Of Thy Displeasure And To Humiliate My Proud Heart By Manifold Castigations. Sickness And Misfortune Didst Thou Send Upon Me To Turn My Thoughts To My Errantries.-one Thing, Only, O Father, Do I Ask: Cease Not To Labor For My Betterment. In Whatsoever Manner It Be, Let Me Turn To Thee And Become Fruitful In Good Works.

Of All My Children, This Is The One That Cost Me The Worst Birth-pangs And Brought Me The Most Sorrow; And For That Reason It Is The One Most Dear To Me.

Yet It Was Impossible For Me To Say To People, 'speak Louder, Shout, For I Am Deaf.' Ah, How Could I Possibly Admit An Infirmity In The One Sense Which Ought To Be More Perfect In Me Than Others, A Sense Which I Once Possessed In The Highest Perfection, A Perfection Such As Few In My Profession Enjoy Or Ever Have Enjoyed.

It Is My Belief One Should Not Belittle The Artist; While, However Glorious His Fame May Seem, His Time On Mount Olympus As An Honourable Guest Of Zeus Is Short. It's A Pity, But All Too Eager Will The Common Folk Drag Him From This Etherial Heights To The Low And Trodden Earth.

Good Morning, On July 7 My Thoughts Go Out To You, My Immortal Beloved I Can Only Live Wholly With You Or Not At All- Be Calm My Life, My All. Only By Calm Consideration Of Our Existence Can We Achieve Our Purpose To Live Together. Oh Continue To Love Me, Never Misjudge The Most Faithful Heart Of Your Beloved. Ever Thine Ever Mine Ever Yours