Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze;
Bow themselves, when he did sing.

-- William Shakespeare

 

Here we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night
Became the touches of sweet harmony.

-- William Shakespeare

 

Preposterous ass, that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd:
Was it not to refresh the mind of man,
After his studies or his usual pain?

-- William Shakespeare

 

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, 
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

-- William Shakespeare

 

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, 
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

 -- William Shakespeare