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VIII.
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets
with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lovest
thou that which thou receivest not gladly,
Or else
receivest with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true
concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do
offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who
confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst
bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
Resembling
sire and child and happy mother
Who all in one, one
pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song, being
many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'thou single
wilt prove none.'
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