If music be the food of love, play on. – William Shakespeare
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. – William Shakespeare

If music be the food of love, play on. – William Shakespeare
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. – William Shakespeare
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare
The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones. – William Shakespeare