All the World’s a Stage (As You Like It) / If Music Be the Food of Love (Twelfth Night)

Lyrics

[Part I: All the World's a Stage] [Verse] All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players They have their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many parts And one man in his time plays many parts All the world's a stage All the world's a stage All the world's a stage [Part II: If Music Be the Food of Love] [Verse] 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 ears 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 soever But falls into abatement and low price Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical If music be the food of love, play on [Clarinet Solo] [Verse] 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 soever But falls into abatement and low price Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical If music be the food of love, play on