True beauty dwells in deep retreats,

Whose veil is unremoved

Till heart with heart in concord beats,

And the lover is beloved.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): To ——. Let other Bards of Angels sing.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd

Firm concord holds, men only disagree

Of creatures rational.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 496.

The man that hath no music in himself,

Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,

Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;

The motions of his spirit are dull as night,

And his affections dark as Erebus.

Let no such man be trusted.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

Uproar the universal peace, confound

All unity on earth.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.