I See It Is Impossible For The

But It Is Pretty To See What Money Will Do.

Did Satisfy Myself Mighty Fair In The Truth Of The Saying That The World Do Not Grow Old At All, But Is In As Good Condition In All Respects As Ever It Was.

Unlike God The Artist Does Not Start With Nothing And Make Something Of It. He Starts With Himself As Nothing And Makes Something Of The Nothing With The Things At Hand.

My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch, Is Troubled With Her Lonely Life.

Music [is] A Science Peculiarly Productive Of A Pleasure That No State Of Life, Publick Or Private, Secular Or Sacred; No Difference Of Age Or Season; No Temper Of Mind Or Condition Of Health Exempt From Present Anguish; Nor, Lastly, Distinction Of Quality, Renders Either Improper, Untimely, Or Unentertaining.