1 So wretched are the sick of Love, No herb has virtue to remove The growing ill: But still, The more we remedies oppose The fever more malignant grows. Doubts do but add unto desire, Like oil that's thrown upon the fire, Which serves to make the flame aspire; And not t' extinguish it: Love has its trembling and its burning fit. 2 Fruition which the sick propose To end, and recompense their woes, But turns them o'er To more. And curing one, does but prepare A new, perhaps a greater care. Enjoyment even in the chaste Pleases, not satisfies the taste, And licens'd Love the worst can fast. Such is the Lovers' state, Pining and pleas'd, alike unfortunate. 3 Sabina and Camilla share An equal interest in care, Fear hath each breast Possest. In different fortunes one pure flame Makes their unhappiness the same. Love begets fear, fear grief creates; Passion still passion animates, Love will be Love in all estates: His power still is one, Whether in hope, or in possession. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOENS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE by PHILIP FRENEAU MOONRISE IN THE ROCKIES by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE THE DARKNESS OF EGYPT by MARIA ABDY EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |