If music be the food of love

1. If music be the food of love,
sing on, sing on, sing on,
till I am fill’d, am fill’d with joy:
For then my list’ning soul you move,
for then my list’ning soul you move
to pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
that you are music ev’ry where, you where,
your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
that you are music ev’ry where, you where.

2. 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 senses feasted are,
tho’ yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I must perish by your charms,
unless you save me in your arms,
sure I must perish by your charms,
unless you save me in your arms.