From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks.
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses. [ Nicholas Rowe ]

Perhaps he hath great projects in his mind,
To build a college, or to found a race,
An hospital, a church - and leave behind
Some dome surmounted by his meagre face,
Perhaps he fain would liberate mankind
Even with the very ore which makes them base;
Perhaps he would be wealthiest of his nation,
Or revel in the joys of calculation. [ Byron ]

There is a charm, a power, that sways the breast,
Bids every passion revel or be still,
Inspires with anger, or all your cares dissolves;
Can soothe distraction and most despair,
That power is music. [ Armstrong ]