Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night

Edmund Blair Leighton, Olivia from Twelfth Night (1888)

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 oer my ear, like the sweet sound

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour. Enough! No more.

‘Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

–William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, act i, sc i (1601)(Orsino)