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.
William ShakespeareWhat, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
William ShakespeareO, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell
William Shakespeare