Euterpe

"If music be the food of love, play on!"

-Orsino, I i, Twelfth Night (W. Shakespeare)

"Euterpe glanced her fingers o'er her lute,
And lightly waked it to a cheerful strain,
Then laid it by, and took the mellow flute,
Whose softly flowing warble filled the plain:
It was a lay that roused the drooping soul,
And bade the tear of sorrow cease to flow;
From shady woods the Nymphs enchanted stole,
While laughing Cupids bent the silver bow,
Fluttering like fays that flit in Luna's softened glow."

-from An Ode To Music, by James G. Percival

"In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart"

-Henry VIII, III i, Henry VIII (W. Shakespeare)

"Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
And twenty caged nightingales do sing."

-Christopher Sly, Induction ii, The Taming of the Shrew (W. Shakespeare)

Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing."

-Henry VIII, III i, henry VIII (W. Shakespeare)