Love Is A Sickness
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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 enjoy'd, it sighing cries--
Heigh ho!
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,
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Kevin Patrick
23 May 2019
A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using.
Cannot imagine a better simile then that for defining the magnitude of loves woes.
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Dr Antony Theodore
23 May 2019
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-
Heigh ho! a different view of a love experience. tony
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Bernard F. Asuncion
23 May 2019
One of the best poems by Samuel Daniel.......................
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Kevin Patrick
27 January 2015
Sometimes the simplicity of the message is enough to speak volumes. A sumptuously apt work that I agree concurrently.
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Rex Doreen
29 January 2014
From Hymen's Triumph Act I The song of the first Chorus (right at the end)
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