The Song of Troilus
If there’s no love, 0 God! What am I feeling?
If there is love, who then, and what, is he?
If love be good whence comes this sorrow stealing?
If evil, what a wonder it is to me
When every torment and adversity
That comes of him is savoury, to my thinking!
The more I thirst, the more I would be drinking.
And if so be I burn at my own pleasure,
Whence comes my wailing, whence my sad complaint?
Why do I weep, if suffering be my treasure?
I know not. Nothing weary, yet I faint!
O quickening death, sweet harm that leaves no taint,
How do I find thee measurelessly filling
My heart, unless it be that I am willing?
And yet, if I am willing, wrongfully I make complaint!
Buffeted to and fro, I am a rudderless vessel in mid-sea,
Between the double-winded storms that blow
From ever-contrary shores; alas, for woe!
What is this wondrous malady that fills me
With fire of ice and ice of fire, and kills me?
thanks xx collapse is coming 🙂