"For do but note a wild and wanton herd,
or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
which is the hot condition of their blood.
If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound,
or any air of music touch their ears,
you shall perceive them make a mutual stand,
their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze,
by the sweet power of music."
*** William Shakespeare ***
I wish could remember what play this is from. I don't think it was from one of his more well-known plays, but I could be wrong. Anyway, it stands by itself as one of his best pieces. I'll have to get a list of his works. I'm sure that I'll remember when I see the title, although I'm not sure that I read the entire play. I don't remember the context, so I may have just seen the above passage somewhere. It would be interesting to find out which character was speaking.