Quote by William Shakespeare

My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The 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 approve,Desire his death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,At random from the truth vainly express'd;For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.


My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nu

Summary

This quote from William Shakespeare's sonnet highlights the speaker's intense and desperate love. The speaker likens their love to a fever, a consuming force that continues to crave what exacerbates their suffering. The irrational and mad nature of their love is contrasted with their reason, represented by the physician, which has abandoned them because their actions deviate from its advice. The speaker expresses their anguish and proclaims their willingness to see the love die, which medicine failed to cure. Ultimately, the speaker realizes that their perception of the beloved as fair and bright is misguided, as they are actually dark and wicked.

By William Shakespeare
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