Euterpe
"If music be the food of love, play on!"
-Orsino, I i, Twelfth Night (W. Shakespeare)
"Euterpe
glanced her fingers o'er her lute,
And lightly waked it to a cheerful strain,
Then laid it by, and took the mellow flute,
Whose softly flowing warble filled the plain:
It was a lay that roused the drooping soul,
And bade the tear of sorrow cease to flow;
From shady woods the Nymphs enchanted stole,
While laughing Cupids bent the silver bow,
Fluttering like fays that flit in Luna's softened glow."
-from An
Ode To Music, by James G. Percival
"In
sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart"
-Henry VIII, III i, Henry VIII (W. Shakespeare)
"Wilt
thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
And twenty caged nightingales do sing."
-Christopher Sly, Induction ii, The Taming of the Shrew (W. Shakespeare)
Orpheus
with his lute made trees,
And mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing."
-Henry VIII, III i, henry VIII (W. Shakespeare)