Love-sick I amF. HartLove-sick I am, and must endureA desperate grief, that finds no cure.Ah me! I try; and trying, proveNo herbs have power to cure love.Only one sovereign salve I know,And that is death, the end of woe.
← LibraryF. Hart · songLove-sick I amlyrics: Robert HerrickAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongLove-sick I amlyrics: Robert HerrickLovelˈʌv-sickIˈaɪaməm,andˈændmustmˈʌstendureɛndjˈɔːAeɪ̯desperatedˈɛspəɹətgriefɡɹˈiːf,thatðˈætfindsfˈaɪndznonəʊcurekjˈɔː.Ahˈɑːmemˈiː!Iˈaɪtrytɹˈaɪ;andˈændtryingtɹˈaɪɪŋ,provepɹˈuːvNonəʊherbshˈɜːbzhavehəvpowerpˈaʊɐtotˈuːcurekjˈɔːlovelˈʌv.OnlyˈəʊnlionewˈɒnsovereignsˈɒvəɹˌɪnsalvesɑːvIˈaɪknownˈəʊ,Andˈændthatðˈætisˈɪzdeathdˈɛθ,theðəendˈɛndofˈɒvwoewˈəʊ.