My little Butterflies.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Twelfth Night.

"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



Meaning:
"Music is said to be the food of love in the sense that enlivens love and rejuvenates it...; the person is utterly frustrated in love..., he feels that an excess of love might cure his passion for and obsession with love...the way if one eats too much he loses appetite for more food."

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