Twelfth Night

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.

如果音乐是爱情的食物，那就继续弹奏吧，给我过量的它；那样，一旦过度，胃口就会生病以至于死亡。

O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purg’d the air of pestilence; That instant was I turn’d into a hart, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E’er since pursue me.

哦，当我第一次看见奥利维亚时，我觉得她净化了周围的空气；就在那一刻，我变成了一只鹿，而我的欲望，像凶猛而残酷的猎犬，从那时起就一直在追逐我。