when Erato brushed her flowery lute,
What strains of sweetness whispered in the wind!
Soft as at evening when the shepherd's flute
To tones of melting love alone resigned,
Breathes through the windings of the silent vale;
Complaining accents tremble on the gale,
Or notes of ecstacy serenely roll.
So when the smiling muse of Cupid sung,
Her melody sighed out the sorrowing soul,
Or o'er her silken chords sweet notes of gladness
An Ode To Music, by
James G. Percival
love speaks, the voice of all the Gods makes heaven
with the harmony."
IV iii "Love's Labour's Lost" (W. Shakespeare)
durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs."
IV iii "Love's Labour's Lost" (W.
do love nothing in the world so well as you."
Benedick IV.i "Much Ado AboutNothing"
thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully."
II.ii "Romeo & Juliet" (W. Shakespeare)