From “King Henry Eighth,” Act III. Sc. 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....

From “The Merchant of Venice,” Act V. Sc. 1.
  LORENZO.—How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica: look,...