I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain,
For 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,
For 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.