William Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 8” by Mr. Keefe Lyrics

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
    Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly
    Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds
    By unions married, do offend thine ear
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
    In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another
    Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother
    Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one
    Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'