Love is a Sickness Full of Woes

by Samuel Daniel. The Song of the First Chorus from Hymen's Triumph.

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,
Hey 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 enjoyd, it sighing cries,
Hey ho.

Sort by date Sort by score

Enable comment auto-refresher

Add your comment

ImmortalPoetry welcomes all comments. If you do not want to be anonymous, register or log in. It is free.