Orpheus with his lute made trees
by William Shakespeare
Quoted in Henry VIII, Act III scene 1
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
To his music, plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Everything that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art:
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Composer(s): Richard HundleyBuy via Boosey & Hawkes