text: "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 oer 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." - Act I, Scene 1. Oh, why can't he just give up on Olivia and see a therapist? Guy doesn't know a good thing when he sees it.