"Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman."
"Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on."
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Source: 'To-: Music when soft voices die' (published 1824).
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