The melting voice through mazes running;/ Untwisting all the chains that tie / The hidden soul of harmony.

And looks commercing with the skies, / Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

Grant that I may become beautiful in my soul within, and that all my external possessions may be in harmony with my inner self. May I consider the wise to be rich, and may I have such riches as only a person of self-restraint can bear or endure.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

It's a matter of running a tight ship and pounding home the idea that baseball needs to be played the right way. The only thing he asks is you come [in] and bust your [tail]. Show up when you're supposed to. Do what you're supposed to.

There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.