You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of

Only Music Has The Ability To Take You To The Edge Of Reality And Allow You To Peek In For A Moment.

Ye Flowers That Drop, Forsaken By The Spring, Ye Birds That, Left By Summer, Cease To Sing, Ye Trees That Fade, When Autumn Heats Remove, Say, Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.