 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 424 psl.
...love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again; it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. Enough; no more;... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807
...on, * Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die, That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the swett south. That breathes upon a bulk of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. Enough ; no more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807
...play on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough ; no more... | |
 | John Milton, Henry John Todd - 1809 - 494 psl.
...fpoils.~] This fine paflage is undoubtedly taken from as fine a one in Shakfpeare's Twelfth Night, " like the fweet fouth, " That breathes upon a bank of violets, " Stealing, and giving odour :" But much improved, as Dr. Greenwood remarks, by the addition of that beautiful metaphor included... | |
 | George Gregory - 1809 - 384 psl.
...perhaps not without reason, to certain impressions produced upon our other senses. " That strain again ; it had a dying fall, O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour." Shaks, To the eye some... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 psl.
...play on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,1 That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.2 Enough ; no more... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 psl.
...play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die That strain again ; it had a dying fall ; O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving adour. Enough, no more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 454 psl.
...on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sickeu, and so die.- * That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. Enough; no more;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 436 psl.
...play on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,1 That breathes upon a hank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. 2> Enough ; no more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814
...play on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. Enough; no more;... | |
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If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. 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... 
