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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

II. Love’s Nature

“Love is a sickness”

Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)

LOVE is a sickness full of woes,

All remedies refusing;

A plant that most with cutting grows,

Most barren with best using.

Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;

If not enjoyed, 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 enjoyed, it sighing cries

Heigh-ho!