Quote#Love
Love is a sickness full of woes
Quote bySamuel Daniel · 1562–1619
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Hymen’s Triumph (1614).
English (original)
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, &c.
— Samuel Daniel
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