Samuel Daniel

 
FROM

Hymen's Triumph

[Song of the first Chorus]

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 enjoyed it sighing cries,
                Hey 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
                Hey Ho!  

 
 
Source:
Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660.
J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, Eds.
New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 280.



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