If music be the food of love, play on.

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Give me some music; music, moody foodOf us that trade in love.

If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die.

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love.
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues.
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.