Be silent you still musique of the Sphears, <br />And every sense make haste to be all ears, <br />And give devout attention to her aires, <br />To which the Gods doe listen as to prayers <br />Of pious votaries; the which to heare <br />Tumult would be attentive, and would swear <br />To keep lesse noise at Nile, if there she sing, <br />Or with a happy touch grace but the string. <br />Among so many auditors, such throngs <br />Of Gods and men that presse to hear her songs, <br />O let me have an unespied room, <br />And die with such an anthem ore my tomb<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-gentlewoman-that-sung-and-play-d-upon-a-lut/
