LOVE IS A SICKNESS
by: Samuel Daniel (1562-1619)
 OVE 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!
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- Love is a torment of the mind,
- A tempest everlasting;
- And Jove hath made it of a kind
- Not well, nor full of fasting.
- Why so?
- More we enjoy it, more it dies;
- If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries--
- Heigh ho!
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