That CATO'S stiffened joints attained free play
From harmony of sounds. Such "rot" sense hisses.
I'd just as soon believe the Theban walls
Were twangled into place by young Amphion.
Bah! Minds made sane by Music's scrapes and squalls?
Not mine, though the lyre-thrumber were Arion.
Drums, trumpets, fiddles, organs—all are bad.
And vocal fireworks are far worse than vanity.
Stop, though! I'm sane, and they just drive me mad;
So Music may drive idiots into sanity!