Thomas Lodge

(1558-1625 / England)

Love Is A Sickness - Poem by Thomas Lodge

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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 enjoyed, 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 enjoyed, it sighing cries,
Hey ho.


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    This is incorrect this poem is by Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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