Who Is It That Can Tell Me

Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.

Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

There Is A Law In Each Well-ordered Nation To Curb Those Raging Appetites That Are Most Disobedient And Refractory.