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...

| Twelfth Night. ACT I SCENE I. DUKE ORSINO's palace, Duke Orsino | by Shakespeare.

Image Credit by Nikolay Biryukov - "Anna Chipovskaya"

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