If music be the food of love: sing on, sing on, sing on, sing on
till I am fill'd, am fill'd with joy.
For then, my list’ning soul, you move, for then, my list'ning soul,
you move to pleasures that can never cloy. listening
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare that you are music ev'rywhere. everywhere
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Pleasures invade both eye and ear, so fierce, so fierce, so fierce, so fierce
the transports are, so fierce they wound,
and all my senses feasted are, and all my senses feasted are,
tho' yet the treat is only sound,
Sure I must perish by your charms, unless you save me in your arms.
the transports are, so fierce they wound,
and all my senses feasted are, and all my senses feasted are,
tho' yet the treat is only sound,
Sure I must perish by your charms, unless you save me in your arms.