possibly by Samuel Daniel (1562 - 1619) and possibly by Thomas Maske

Language: English 
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, more it dies;
  If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries --
      Heigh ho!

Composition:

    Set to music by Hans Gál (1890 - 1987), "Love is a sickness", op. 75 no. 2, published 1959, copyright © 1959 [ women's chorus ], from Songs of Youth, no. 2, Boosey & Hawkes

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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 80