A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.

Music Has Charms To Soothe A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak. I've Read That Things Inanimate Have Moved, And, As With Living Souls, Have Been Inform'd, By Magic Numbers And Persuasive Sound.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

I Am Always Of The Opinion With The Learned, If They Speak First.

There Is Nothing More Unbecoming A Man Of Quality Than To Laugh ... 'tis Such A Vulgar Expression Of The Passion!