A Quote by William Shakespeare on music, sweetness, desire, love, repetition, and orsinio
That strain again! It had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet as it was before.
Source: Twelfht Night, Act 1: scene 1 - Orsinio, Duke Of Illyria.
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