Meditation. . . must be power of will and strength of attention, being like a flight to great heights wherein wings must be plied hard though joyfully.
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.
I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.