I attempt from Love's sickness to fly in vain, Since 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, Since 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.