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Twelfth Night By William Shakespeare

If music be the food of love, play on

Claim the streets of London be filled, and its revelry be still,
Purged the households, and bay at their homes window sills,
Let tender labyrinths yield their cleared halls be an open song,
Spilled venturous notes befall upon unscripted pages, play on,
The summer breeze aloft butterflies to mingle the redolent mirth,
To give it counsel, make talent its sheets filled a righteous worth,
Of length aches a theme a songstress indulge let it solicit a tune,
Nay, cease, the mood of sour faces, a mark that killed-joyous June,
Silence, and put a march to thy step for the mundane that disturbs,
The grimaces invade the room and the deafening silence perturbs.


2020 February 03
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"If music be the food of love, play on" - Shakespeare

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