ON HIMSELFE (17), by ROBERT HERRICKPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: Love-sick I am, and must endure Last Line: And that is death, the end of woe. Subject(s): Love - Complaints
Love-sick I am, and must endure A desp'rate grief, that finds no cure. Ah me! I try; and trying, prove, No Herbs have power to cure Love. Only one Soveraign salve, I know, And that is Death, the end of Woe.