Sonnet 6: Another of the praise of musicke

Twas Musick fetch'd Euridice from hell,
And rap'd grim Pluto with harmonious straines:
Renowned Orpheus did with Musick quell
The fiends, and ease the tortur'd of their paines.
The Dolphin did account it wondrous gaines
To heare Arion play as he did ride:
Gods, feinds, fish, fowles, and sheapherds on the plaines
Melodious Musick still hath magnifide:
And antient records plainely doe decide,
How braue Orlando Palatine of France,
When he was raging mad for Meadors bride
Sweet Musicke cur'd his crazed wits mischance.
For Musicks onely fit for Heau'ns high quire,
Which though men cannot praise enough, admire.