There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.

Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.