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- 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, "Twelfth Night", Act 1 scene 1
Greatest English dramatist & poet (1564 - 1616)
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