"The sound of the mind we hear; but what it is we cannot tell. The music which it utters, its melody, its harmony, its discord, its variety of notes, have been written by Shakespeare with a wonderful degree of perfection, so as to be themselves to every cultivated reader. We have even gamuts and treatises of the grounds of its music--witness a Locke and other metaphysicians. But the instrument is as much concealed from our intelligence, as the spheres of which the delightful music has been fancied by romantic imaginations."
The Hypochondriack, No. 7
<u>The Hypochondriack</u>, No. 7 (April, 1778). From <u>The London Magazine, or Gentleman's Monthly Intelligencer</u>.<br>
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See also James Boswell, <u>The Hypochondriack</u>, ed. Margery Bailey, 2 vols. (Stanford UP, 1928)