Quotes About Harmony

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. Macbeth

Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

You and you are sure together, As the winter to foul weather.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry

Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past

Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows!

Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature;

Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand...

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.

Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

Let not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment...

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.