The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice
-- Act. v, Sc. 1
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice
-- Act. v, Sc. 1
Related:
- How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears:
soft stillness and the night Become the touches of... - I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
The Merchant of Venice -- Act. v, Sc.... - My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice... - These blessed candles of the night.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
The Merchant of Venice -- Act. v, Sc.... - This night methinks is but the daylight sick.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
The Merchant of Venice -- Act. v, Sc.... - Why should a man whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice... - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit,
and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft... - The kindest man,
The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice... - How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice...
