Twelfth Night

If Musicke be the food of Loue, play on, Giue me excesse of it: that surfetting, The appetite may sicken, and so dye.

如果音乐是爱情的食物，那就继续演奏吧，给我过量的音乐：让食欲因过饱而生病，从而消亡。

O spirit of Loue, how quicke and fresh art thou, That notwithstanding thy capacitie, Receiueth as the Sea.

哦，爱情的精神啊，你是多么迅速和新鲜，尽管你的容量，却像海洋一样接受一切。