My Music Page
Why
look now. how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play
upon me; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound
me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much
music, excellent voice, in this organ; yet cannot you make it speak,
'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Call me what instrument you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon
me.
