If music be the food of love
Sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
For then my list'ning soul you move
With 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 our charms
Unless you save mе in your arms