“What passions cannot music raise or quell?” — John Dryden

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.