If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
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