λεπτομέρεια από "An Angel in
Green with a Vielle" The National Gallery, |
"Αν η μουσική είναι η τροφή της αγάπης, παίξε κι άλλο." (Σαίξπηρ)
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! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so
sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of
love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That,
notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth
as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what
validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls
into abatement and low price,
Even in a
minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
Από τη "Δωδεκάτη Νύχτα" του Ουίλιαμ Σαίξπηρ, 1602
Από τη "Δωδεκάτη Νύχτα" του Ουίλιαμ Σαίξπηρ, 1602