Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

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!


Comments about Love Is A Sickness by Samuel Daniel

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/1/2016 11:56:00 AM)

    Excellent Poem
    And why so is something which nobody could answer. (Report) Reply

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  • Kevin Patrick (1/27/2015 7:21:00 PM)


    Sometimes the simplicity of the message is enough to speak volumes. A sumptuously apt work that I agree concurrently. (Report) Reply

  • (1/29/2014 7:13:00 PM)


    From Hymen's Triumph Act I The song of the first Chorus (right at the end) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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