Music resembles poetry, in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master hand alone can reach.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine;
Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:
Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.

There are certain things in which mediocrity is not to be endured, such as poetry, music, painting, public speaking

As some to church repair, not for the doctrine, but the music there.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.