Sonnet VIII
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.’
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