For that which longer nurseth the disease; longer = for a longer time. PLAY. At random from the truth vainly express’d; For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright. I do love America but, to quote one of my own countrymen, "my love is as a fever, longing still for that which longer nurseth the disease." It is engender'd in the eyes; With gazing fed; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. How begot, how nourishèd? My love is as a fever, longing still. 1 Answers. Tis' better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all. For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th'uncertain sickly appetite to please." "My love is as a fever, longing still. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is … My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desp’rate now approve Desire is … Desire is death, which physic did except. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now … Dr. Carlos del Rio of the Emory University School of Medicine says U.S. regulators aren't dragging their feet on a COVID-19 vaccine, they're actually doing their due diligence before signing off. 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. A summary of Part X (Section9) in William Shakespeare's Shakespeare’s Sonnets. 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 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. Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? 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 love is as a fever, longing still. The word is ambiguous, for it suggests two opposites, 'brings back to health', and 'tends carefully, so that it (the illness) stays'. My love is 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. Song of the Witches: “Double, double toil and trouble”, Sonnet 15: When I consider everything that grows. 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 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 thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are. 2. People living in Scotland who describe themselves as being of an ethnic minority have a longer life expectancy than those describing themselves as White … = the unsuitable food or drink which caused the disease initially. 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. PLAY. STUDY. Sonnet 147, by William Shakespeare. SONNET 147. In faith, I do not love thee. My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the sill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, 5: Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve : Desire is … Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, My love is as a fever, longing still. Line 1. appetite to please... "My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, My reason, the physician to my love, 5 Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is … Let us all ring Fancy's knell: I'll begin it,--Ding, dong, bell! Longing still, for that which longer nurseth the disease In faith, I do not love thee Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? While William Shakespeare’s reputation is based primarily on his plays, he became famous first as a poet. Shakespeare Sonnet 147. 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