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• How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ea
  oft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony....
• The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoil
  The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus....
• I am never merry when I hear sweet music. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act.
  v, Sc. 1...
• How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Let it serve for table-talk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc.
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• There is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave
  Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies....
• If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
  That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour!...
• These blessed candles of the night. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act.
  v, Sc. 1...
• This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act.
  v, Sc. 1...