Music Quotes

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound,
And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses,
Then Music, With Her Silver Sound,
With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

Their Savage Eyes Turn’d To A Modest Gaze
By The Sweet Power Of Music: Therefore The Poet
Did Feign That Orpheus Drew Trees, Stones And Floods;
Since Nought So Stockish, Hard And Full Of Rage,
But Music For The Time Doth Change His Nature.
The Man That Hath No Music In Himself,
Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds,
Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.

To Know The Cause Why Music Was Ordain’d! Was It Not To Refresh The Mind Of A Man After His Studies Or His Usual Pain?

I Can Sing, And Speak To Him In Many Sorts Of Music.

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!