15. Love Is a Siess
—— S. Daniel
Love is a siess 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 e 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 e sighing cries,
Hey ho.