Man's chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him forever.
It is part of the score to Holy Sonnet XIX (2004 concert band version).
ASCAP
Two guys walked into a bar. The third one ducked.
One evening, a C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. Bartender says: “Sorry, but we don't serve minors.” So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat.
F comes in, tries to augment the situation but isn't sharp enough.
D comes in and heads straight for the bathroom saying, “Excuse me, I'll just be a second.”
Then A comes into the bar but the bartender isn't convinced that this relative of C isn�t a minor.
He notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and exclaims, “Get out, you�re the 7th minor I've found here tonight.”
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back the next night in a 3 piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says, “You're looking sharp tonight, come on in. This could be a major development.”
Which proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit and everything else, and stands there au natural.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. The C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and sentenced to 10 years of da capo without coda at an upscale correctional facility.
On appeal, however, C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he's had only tenor so patrons, with the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.
Not very often at all.