Tis But A Part We See, And

The Hog That Ploughs Not, Not Obeys Thy Call, Lives On The Labours Of This Lord Of All.

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

Then From The Mint Walks Forth The Man Of Rhyme, Happy To Catch Me, Just At Dinner-time.

"with Ev'ry Pleasing, Ev'ry Prudent Part, Say, What Can Chloe Want?"-she Wants A Heart.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.