I find no peace, and all my war is done:
I fear, and hope; I burn, and freeze like ice;
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I seize on;
That locketh nor loseth holdeth me in prison,
And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise:
Nor letteth me live, nor die at my devise,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I 'plain;
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health;
I love another, and thus I hate myself;
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain.
Likewise displeaseth me both death and life,
And my delight is causer of this strife.
This line defines the root of the speaker’s whole consideration, that “I love another”. The speaker perhaps feels that he cannot love this individual and still love himself, thus this love is likely irrational, “and thus I hate myself”. He cannot overcome this compulsion, and it weighs  upon him greatly, as conveyed throughout, and he finds himself in a somewhat miserable state, later summing the whole ordeal to “my delight” as “causer of this strife.” 
 
  The  J. Geils Band  seems to agree…
I find no peace and all my war is done...