Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.