Samuel Daniel. 1562-1619
111. Love is a Sickness
1 min to read 80 words
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!
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Samuel Daniel. 1562-1619
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