Thou makest thy slave), canst subtilly pervade
The yielded avenues of sense, unlock
The close affections, by some fairy path
Winning an easy way through every ear,
And with thine unsubstantial quality
Holding in mighty chains the hearts of all;
All, but some cold and sullen-temper’d spirits,
Who feel no touch of sympathy or love.
Yet what is music, and the blended power
Of voice with instruments of wind and string?