? or John Fletcher. <br /> <br />ORPHEUS with his lute made trees <br />And the mountain tops that freeze <br /> Bow themselves when he did sing: <br />To his music plants and flowers <br />Ever sprung; as sun and showers <br /> There had made a lasting spring. <br /> <br />Every thing that heard him play, <br />Even the billows of the sea, <br /> Hung their heads and then lay by. <br />In sweet music is such art, <br /> Killing care and grief of heart <br /> Fall asleep, or hearing, die.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orpheus/
