Quotation Explorer - 'Surfeiting'

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! - William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. - William Shakespeare
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