Author: Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still
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Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still
My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;here is Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still
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