Love Is A Sickness Poem by Samuel Daniel

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!

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 OF THE POEM
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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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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M Asim Nehal 01 December 2016

And why so is something which nobody could answer.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 23 May 2019

One of the best poems by Samuel Daniel.......................

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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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Edward Kofi Louis 23 May 2019

Love and art! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Savita Tyagi 23 May 2019

A plant that with most cutting grows.........heigh ho......

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Mahtab Bangalee 23 May 2019

love is a sickness! yeah; its medicine is only LOVE!

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