I music be the food of love, play on
I music be the food of love, play on
If music be the food of love, play on.
JAQUES A fool, a fool I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool a miserable world As I do live by food, I met a fool Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms and yet a motley fool. 'Good.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
If music be the food of love, then play on.
My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.
No;
It is thyself, mine own self's better part;
Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim,
My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
O, I die for food!
Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,
passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons,
subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed
and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
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