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.
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.
Another reason I like the song is the title. It's the opening line of Twelfth Night, my favorite Shakspeare play. In fact, Viola is named for Viola in T.N. We got her along with her litter-mate, Sebastian, about 9 years ago. Sadly, we lost Sebastian to feline pancreatitis 5 years ago, and then a year and a half ago Diego joined us.
So there you have it. A new song, a nice tune, a new attitude, some Shakespeare and my cats.
2 comments:
Purcell is one of my favorite composers--certainly my favorite Baroque composer. Dawn Upshaw sang a few of his songs on an album called "Angels Hide Their Faces" and it's AMAZING! She sings the other version of "If Music be the Food of Love."
And Twelfth Night is definitely one of my favorite Shakespeare comedies. It's so hard for me to decide between them all, because my enjoyment of his plays so often depends on the performance. And in my opinion itis nearly impossible to beat Branagh's "Much Ado About Nothing." But then, I always LOVE the end of Twelfth night when Viola and Orsino get married...even though it's mildly creepy, too...
Oh well! No matter what, Shakespeare is a genius! :-)
At the opening convocation of the Aspen Music Festival, all the opera theater students had to sing that song. And then Maestro Zimmerman (the head of the whole thing and the main conductor) made a racist joke about asians. So every time I think of Purcell, I think of that joke. The horro.
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