When whispering straynes doe softly steale <br />With creeping passion through the hart, <br />And when at every touch wee feele <br />Our pulses beate and beare a part; <br /> When thredds can make <br /> A hartstring shake <br /> Philosophie <br /> Can scarce deny <br />The soule consists of harmony. <br /> <br /> <br />When unto heavenly joy wee feyne <br />Whatere the soule affecteth most, <br />Which onely thus wee can explayne <br />By musick of the winged hoast, <br /> Whose layes wee think <br /> Make starres to winke, <br /> Philosophie <br /> Can scarce deny <br />Our soules consist of harmony. <br /> <br /> <br />O lull mee, lull mee, charming ayre, <br />My senses rock with wonder sweete; <br />Like snowe on wooll thy fallings are, <br />Soft, like a spiritts, are thy feete: <br /> Greife who need feare <br /> That hath an eare? <br /> Down lett him lye <br /> And slumbring dye, <br />And change his soule for harmony.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-commendation-of-musick/
