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greatpoetryNew here. Just thought I'd post this here. It's my favorite from Shakespeare.
Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold.
There's not the smallest orb which 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 decay
Both grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
- The Merchant of Venice (Lorenzo at V, i)
Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold.
There's not the smallest orb which 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 decay
Both grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
- The Merchant of Venice (Lorenzo at V, i)
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