While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. - William Cowper

Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard and stronger Than the colour of our kind.

Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk, or grave: Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet!