Serenade to Music Ralph Vaughan Williams

[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
Look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb that thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it
Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn:
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear
And draw her home with music

[JESSICA]
I am never merry when I hear sweet music

[LORENZO]
The reason is, your spirits are attentive:
The man that hath no music in himself
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted... Music! hark!