Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
– William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene 4. Melanchly lover Orsino orders more music to feed his melancholy, hoping to relieve the hopeless passion that he has for Olivia.