My love is as a fever, longing still

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ 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 is 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 expressed:
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Song of the poor man: read carefully you will understand, poverty is unjust. Ask me question through comments I will explain well to your understanding.

Give me a chair and I will seat in your midst and praise poverty and wants.

The face of a poor man stays crumpled up by reason of the hunger and thirsty which are in his stomach.

A poor man knows not how to eat with a rich man, when he starts eating fish he eats the head .

Go and invite him who has no bread to come and eat crumbs and thornes in the platters.

A poor man is nobody because he has nothing, thought nobly born he is granted no favour.

A poor man is a snake his brothers avoid him, because of the misery of the poverty-strcken.

But when a poor man is ill he needs his people to show him kindness, when a rich man is ill to light a lamb he must wait for a slave.

Song of the poor man: read carefully you will understand, poverty is unjust. Ask me question through comments I will explain well to your understanding.

Give me a chair and I will seat in your midst and praise poverty and wants.

The face of a poor man stays crumpled up by reason of the hunger and thirsty which are in his stomach.

A poor man knows not how to eat with a rich man, when he starts eating fish he eats the head .

Go and invite him who has no bread to come and eat crumbs and thornes in the platters.

A poor man is nobody because he has nothing, thought nobly born he is granted no favour.

A poor man is a snake his brothers avoid him, because of the misery of the poverty-strcken.

But when a poor man is ill he needs his people to show him kindness, when a rich man is ill to light a lamb he must wait for a slave.

The poor man

The poor man knows not how to eat with the rich man.

When they eat fish, he eats the head.

Invite a poor man and he rushes in licking his lips and upsetting The plates.

Poor man has no manners, he comes along with the blood of lice under his nails

The face of the poor man is Lined from the hunger and thirsty from his belly.

Poverty is no state for any mortal man.

It makes him a beast to be fed on grass.

Poverty is unjust If it befalls a man, thought he is nobly born, he has no power with God.

Love

I’m in love

All my life I have always love

But all seems to be fictions

They tear my heart into fractions

I was once a lover boy

But now broken is the heart of the boy

Feels no more affection

He believes not again in affection

I believe in the Lord of the bar

For only it makes love reality.