Weekly Interlinear Poem







This is the poem
for the week of April 20.
A new interlinear poem
is available each Monday.

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Robert Jackson

"If music be the food of love, play on"

-Shakespeare's Twelfth Night


Orsino:
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.
dying fall=fading conclusion
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 now as it was before.
O spirit of love! How quick and fresh art thou
quick and fresh=lively
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
receiveth=to receive
nought enters there=nobody engages with the spirit of love

Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
of what validity and pitch soe'er=regardless of value and superiority
But falls into abatement and low price,
but falls into abatement and low price=but that the person's love becomes diminished and of little value
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy
shapes=figures of the imagination
fancy=love

That it alone is high fantastical.
high fantastical=highly imaginative (not based on good sense)





Orsino:
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 and giving odour! Enough! no more.
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! How quick and fresh art thou
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.