They say everything in the world is good for something. - John Dryden

Great wits are to madness near allied
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,
Or exercise their spite in human woe?

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.