If Music Be the Food of Love (feat. Tom Hiddleston)

If Music Be the Food of Love
From Twelfth Night, by William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on
Give me excess of it, that, 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
Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there
Of what validity and pitch soe'er
But falls into abatement and low price, even in a minute
So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical



Credits
Writer(s): Christina Navarro
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