As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Love's Labour's Lost [1594—1595], IV, iii, 342
As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Love's Labour's Lost [1594—1595], IV, iii, 342