Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.

His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain; The long remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine

They say women and music should never be dated

The very pink of perfection.