I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain,
For I am myself my own fever and pain.
No more now, fond heart, with pride no more swell,
Thou canst not raise forces enough to rebel;
I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain,
For I am myself my own fever and pain.
For love has more power and less mercy than fate,
To make us seek ruin and love those that hate.
I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain,
Since I am myself my own fever and pain.