Analysis of Love Is a Sickness
Thomas Lodge 1558 (London) – 1625 (Early autumn)
Love is a sickness 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 enjoyed, it 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 enjoyed, it sighing cries,
Hey ho.
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11010111 1100010 01111101 1101110 11 11011111 11011101 11 1101101 010010 01111101 1111110 11 11011111 11011101 11 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 398 |
| Words | 82 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 16 |
| Lines Amount | 16 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 305 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 80 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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