Friday, February 4, 2011

The Floor of Heaven

... Look, how the floor of heaven
is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

An Excerpt from The Merchant of Venice

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