" 'Play on, madam,' I said, remembering a line on which I had been working, feeling for the scansion in some recess of my memory. 'If love be the food of music,' I said, 'play on.' That didn't sound quite right. I resolved to work upon it."
From The Sonnets by Warwick Collins.
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