If music be the food of love (First setting: 1692)-Andreas Scholl

[00:05.061]If music be the food of love, [00:11.888]Sing on till I am fill'd with joy; [00:21.326]For then my list'ning soul you move [00:33.948]To pleasures that can never cloy. [00:40.406]Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare [00:44.492]That you are music ev'rywhere. [01:04.250]Pleasures invade both eye and ear, [01:10.604]So fierce the transports are, they wound, [01:20.851]And all my senses feasted are, [01:33.238]Tho' yet the treat is only sound, [01:40.538]Sure I must perish by your charms, [01:44.587]Unless you save me in your arms.