“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.
Oh, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor. 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.
This quotation is from Shakespeare famous play, Twelfth Night. It is from Act I. Scene 1.
Duke Orsino is hanging out in his Illyrian court. He listens to a live performance of his band and expresses his feelings about their music. He says he cannot get enough of it, since the musicians put him in the “mood for lovin’” However, in the very next moment his feelings change: He orders the musicians out and does not want to hear the music anymore.