Music
to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets
with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why
lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or
else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If
the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By
unions married, do offend thine ear,
They
do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In
singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark
how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes
each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling
sire and child and happy mother,
Who,
all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming
one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt
prove none.'
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