Act I, Scene 8

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• Shakespeare. If music and sweet poetry agree,
  As they must needs, the sister and the brother, 105
  Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me,
  Because thou lovest the one, and I the other.
  Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch
  Upon the lute doth ravish human sense;
  Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such 110
  As, passing all conceit, needs no defence.
  Thou lovest to hear the sweet melodious sound
  That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes;
  And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd
  When as himself to singing he betakes. 115
  One god is god of both, as poets feign;
  One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.