1.
Where griping grief the heart would wo͞und*,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
There music with her silver sound
Is wont with speed to give redress
Of troubled mind; for ev’rȳ sore,
Sweet music has a salve therefore.
2.
In joy it makes our mirth abound;
In grief it cheers our heavȳ sprites.
The careful head release has found
By music’s pleasant, sweet delights.
Our senses – what should I say more? –
Are subject unto music’s lore.
3.
The gods by music hāve their pray;
The soul therein does joy,
For as the Roman poets say,
In seas, whom pirates would destroy,
A dolphin saved from death most sharp,
Arion playing on his harp.
4.
A heav’nlȳ gift that turns the mind,
Like as the stėrn does rule the ship,
Music whom the gods assigned
To comfort man, whom cares would nip;
Since thou both man and beast doth mọve,
What wise man then will thee reprọve?
* For an explanation of the marks added to the letters, see Linguistic notes: English.