But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much. - John Dryden

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high,
'Arise, ye more than dead!'
Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,
And Music's power obey.
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

It is sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;
And they have kept it since by being dead.