No Fear Shakespeare: Shakespeare’s Sonnets: Sonnet 118

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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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