--BURKE.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled.
--SHAKESPEARE.
MUSIC.--Music is the medicine of an afflicted mind, a sweet sad
measure is the balm of a wounded spirit; and joy is heightened by
exultant strains.--HENRY GILES.
Sweet music! sacred tongue of God.--CHARLES G. LELAND.
Music is the fourth great material want of our natures,--first food,
then raiment, then shelter, then music.--BOVEE.
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music, with her silver sound,
With speedy help doth lend redress.
--SHAKESPEARE.
Some of the fathers went so far as to esteem the love of music a sign
of predestination; as a thing divine, and reserved for the felicities
of heaven itself.--SIR W. TEMPLE.
I think sometimes could I only have music on my own terms; could I
live in a great city, and know where I could go whenever I wished the
ablution and inundation of musical waves, that were a bath and a
medicine.--EMERSON.
Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
--CONGREVE.
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears.
--BYRON.
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