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Scepticism and Christianity

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If Music Be The Food Of Love
Text by Colonel Henry Heveningham, first line by William Shakespeare (1564-1616), from Twelfth Night
Set by Henry Purcell (1658/9-1695), Z. 379, from Gentleman's Journal, June 1692.

If music be the food of love,
Sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
For then my list'ning soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev'rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
So fierce the transports are, they wound,
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.

posted by Agagooga @ 10:59 pm