The Merchant of Venice

by: William Shakespeare

Act V, scene i

1
Such harmony is in immortal souls,
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. (V.i.)
2
I am never merry when I hear sweet music. (V.i.)
3
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. (V.i.)
4
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended, and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing by day
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren. (V.i.)
5
…the moon sleeps with Endymion
And would not be awakened! (V.i.)