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.'
