I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave-- The world goes round forever; I think that life is not too long, And therefore I determine, That many people read a song, Who will not read a sermon. (Quote by - Winthrop Mackworth Praed)

The song on its mighty pinions Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven. (Quote by - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. (Quote by - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of fortune and fears no manner of ill because she means none. (Quote by - Sir Thomas Overbury)

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go. (Quote by - Charles Stuart Calverley)