“Nor I, nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleas'd till he be eas'd With being nothing. [The music plays]
Music do I hear? ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear To check time broke in a disorder'd string; But, for the concord of my state and time, Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;”