If Music Be the Food of Love

Lyrics
[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 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 minutе: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical If music be thе food of love, play on [Muted Trumpet 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
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Credits
- Writers
- John Dankworth
- William Shakespeare