Like as to make our appetites more keen
With eager compounds we our palate urge -
As to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge -
Ev'n 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 fell sick of you.
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