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Samuel Daniel
Samuel Daniel
(1562 - 1620 / England)
Poems by Samuel Daniel : 8 / 71
Love Is A Sickness
Poem by Samuel Daniel
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!
Poems by Samuel Daniel : 8 / 71
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003
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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.(Report)Reply
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-
Heigh ho! a different view of a love experience. tony(Report)Reply
Love and art! ! !
Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply
A plant that with most cutting grows.........heigh ho......(Report)Reply
love is a sickness!
yeah; its medicine is only LOVE!(Report)Reply
One of the best poems by Samuel Daniel.......................(Report)Reply
And why so is something which nobody could answer.(Report)Reply
Sometimes the simplicity of the message is enough to speak volumes. A sumptuously apt work that I agree concurrently.(Report)Reply
From Hymen's Triumph Act I The song of the first Chorus (right at the end)(Report)Reply