William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Song: ‘Love is a sickness full of woes’Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)
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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!
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!