Her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.

Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches The innermost recesses of my spirit!

Thy voice Is a celestial melody.

Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.