“ Perhaps the physick's good you give, But ne're to me can useful prove; Medicines may cure, but not revive; And I am not sick, but dead in love. In Love's hell, not his world, am I; At once I live, am dead, and die. ”
“ Perhaps the physick's good you give, But ne're to me can useful prove; Medicines may cure, but not revive; And I am not sick, but dead in love. In Love's hell, not his world, am I; At once I live, am dead, and die. ”
