Love Is A Sickness

LOVE is a sickness full of woes,
   All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
   Most barren with best using.

by Samuel Daniel Click to read full poem

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A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using. Cannot imagine a better simile then that for defining the magnitude of loves woes.
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries- Heigh ho! a different view of a love experience. tony
Love and art! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A plant that with most cutting grows.........heigh ho......
love is a sickness! yeah; its medicine is only LOVE!
One of the best poems by Samuel Daniel.......................
And why so is something which nobody could answer.
Sometimes the simplicity of the message is enough to speak volumes. A sumptuously apt work that I agree concurrently.
From Hymen's Triumph Act I The song of the first Chorus (right at the end)