Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast. - William Congreve

Love's but a frailty of the mind,
When 'tis not with ambition joined.

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.