Music For A While

Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile:
Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd,
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head
And the whip from out her hands.
Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile.

Text by John Dryden.

Can you comprehend how great this is? Listen to a clip of the piece being performed here.