My Love Is As a Fever (Sonnet 147)

Album cover art for "My Love Is As a Fever (Sonnet 147)" by Cleo Laine

Cleo Laine - Pop, Jazz

My Love Is As a Fever (Sonnet 147)

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Duration: 2:30

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Lyrics

My love is as a fever, longing still For 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 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

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Credits

Writers
  • William Shakespeare
  • Duke Ellington
  • Billy Strayhorn