Love is a sickness (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-07). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 71 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Description: Six Lyrics from an Elizabethan Song Book (1897): No. 2
- Follow your saint (Thomas Campion)
- Love is a sickness
- Turn all thy thoughts to eyes (Thomas Campion)
- Whether men do laugh or weep (From an Elizabethan Song Book)
- The sea hath many a thousand sands
- Tell me, O love (From an Elizabethan Song Book)
Original text and translations
Love is a sickness full of woes,
All remedies refusing;
A plant that most with1 cutting grows,
Most barren with best using,
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd it sighing cries
Heigh ho! Heigh ho!
Love is a torment of the mind,
A tempest everlasting;
And Jove hath made it of2 a kind
Not well, nor full, nor fasting.
1 Original is "with most"
2 Original is "of it"