There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls,
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
Author: William Shakespeare
![There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st<br />But in his motion like an angel sings,<br />Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; <br />Such harmony is in immortal souls,<br />But whilst this muddy vesture of decay<br />Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it. - William Shakespeare](/static/img/quotes/790991.jpg)