LOVE is a sickness full of woes, <br /> All remedies refusing; <br />A plant that with most cutting grows, <br /> Most barren with best using. <br /> Why so? <br /> <br />More we enjoy it, more it dies; <br />If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- <br /> Heigh ho! <br /> <br />Love is a torment of the mind, <br /> A tempest everlasting; <br />And Jove hath made it of a kind <br /> Not well, nor full nor fasting. <br /> Why so? <br /> <br />More we enjoy it, more it dies; <br />If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- <br /> Heigh ho!<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-a-sickness-2/
