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Samuel Daniel - Love Is a Sickness |
Love is a sickness full of woes,
...All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
...Most barren with best using.
......Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries--
......Heigh ho!
Love is a torment of the mind,
...A tempest everlasting:
And Jove hath made it of a kind
...Not well, nor full nor fasting.
......Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries--
......Heigh ho!
..... Love Is a Sickness by Samuel Daniel (1562-1619)
