I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

He That First Cries Out Stop Thief, Is Often He That Has Stolen The Treasure.

Men Are Apt To Offend ('tis True) Where They Find Most Goodness To Forgive.

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.

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.