Sonnet 118
Like as, to make our appetites more
keen
«William Shakespeare»
Like as to make our appetite more keen
With eager compounds
we our palate urge,
As to prevent our
maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun
sickness when we purge.
Even so being full of
your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did
I frame my feeding;
And sick of welfare
found a kind of meetness,
To be diseased ere
that there was true needing.
Thus policy in love
t' anticipate
The ills that were
not, grew to faults assured,
And brought to
medicine a healthful state
Which rank of
goodness would by ill be cured.
But thence I learn
and find the lesson true,
Drugs poison him that
so feil sick of you.
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