Song lyrics If Music be the food of love by Jean Belmont?

Answer 1

If music be the food of love, sing on, song on, sing on, sing on

till I am filled, am filled with joy;

then my listening soul you move,

For then my listening soul you move,

To pleasures that can never cloy.

Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare,

that you are music every where.

Your eyes, your mien, your tongue, your tongue declare,

that you are music every where.

Pleasures invade both eye and ear,

So fierce, so fierce, so fierce, so fierce,

the transports are, they wound, and all my senses feasted are,

and all my sensed feasted are;

Though, yet the treat is only sound,

Sure I must perish, perish by your charms,

Unless you save me in your arms.

Sure I must perish, perish by your charms,

Unless you save me in your, in your arms.