Parting is such sweet sorrow

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

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

O, had I but followed the arts!