The man that hath no music in himself Тот, у кого нет музыки в душе,
Nor is moved with concord of sweet sounds - Кого аккорд не тронет сладкозвучный, -
Is fit for treason, stratagems and spoils. Тому под стать измена, порча, козни.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night, В душе, как ночью, - сумрачно и скучно,
And his affections - dark as Erebus… Его влеченья – тени преисподней…
Let no such man be trusted. Не стоит такому верить.