"If music be the food of love, play on!"
I do ever think shakespeare's sonnets tis' music to thy soul. So i shall go on!
Sonnet 30
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste;
Then can I drown an eye(unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th'expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tel o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee(dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
Soul-stirring Shakespeare Sonnets