Shakespeare

When you speak, sweet,

I'd have you do it ever: when you sing,
I'd have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
Pray so, and, for the ord'ring of your affairs,
to sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that, move still, still so
And own no other function.

from The Winter's Tale

T. Matthews Fine Art (TiF)