If music be the food of love, play on.
Give me excess to it, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! It had a dying fall.
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odour!
If music be the food of love, play on.
ReplyDeleteGive me excess to it, surfeiting,
ReplyDeleteThe appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! It had a dying fall.
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
ReplyDeleteThat breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!