❞jf musique ße de' food of love, play on; Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. Dat strain again; jt had a dyaman fall: O, jt came oer my ear, lick the sweet sound Dat ßreathes upon a ßank of violets, Stealjn, & givin odour! Enough.. pls no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as jt was ßefore❝
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