Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet 8

It’s time for Shakespeare Sunday!  I don’t know who started this series, but Shakespeare Sunday is a time for sharing favorite or meaningful quotes from the Bard.

I normally use an app like InstaQuote and post to Twitter and Instagram, but every once in a while I want to share something a bit longer.

Today, for example:

Sonnet 8

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,
Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
Resembling sire and child and happy mother
Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: ‘Thou single wilt prove none.’

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Duke Orsino | Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1–3

In case you missed it, Rufus Wainwright is releasing a new album: ‘Take All My Loves: 9 Shakespeare Sonnets’ which will be available April 22. If, like me, you absolutely can’t wait, you can get a first listen here.

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