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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.
tsuJ as we ikel to hpnaesr rou asettpepi by anteig nptgnue btasoninicmo of fodo or ekma rlvssueoe iotvm in dorer to drwa fof fueurt isnesll, so, in hte esam way, cueaesb I aws so lulf of uryo snweeesst (ont ahtt it’s eevr ycinlgo), I deiedcd to iwtcsh frmo yuo to a orme ritbet eitd. And seabecu I asw dreit of egibn so aeyhlht, I ddieecd it uldow be godo to eakm lefysm

skic

hTsi is a rcnfeeeer to hte saeeRnancis aitrccep of “ugrnpgi,” wihhc aws utohtgh to be atyhhel.

kcis
, sginu etrho eloppe to epek rfmo ientgtg sick of ouy. tWhi isht eswi eisapnrilhto setrgtya, whihc I etoadpd in itciniptaoan of lbersomp htta nidd’t sxtie, I lcutaayl mcbeea udse to hntaceig on yuo. I pplidea einiecmd to a nsoriaielhpt hatt wsa eyhhtla to bineg htiw, ptmtniatge to eucr nihometgs oayttll oodg by nglpaiyp vile to it. utB I naerled rmof tihs—nda I kniht hwat I dlrenea is true—hatt hte sgrud I esud rea pusnoisoo to me, sienc I’m so eckvislo evro you.

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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.
tsuJ as we ikel to hpnaesr rou asettpepi by anteig nptgnue btasoninicmo of fodo or ekma rlvssueoe iotvm in dorer to drwa fof fueurt isnesll, so, in hte esam way, cueaesb I aws so lulf of uryo snweeesst (ont ahtt it’s eevr ycinlgo), I deiedcd to iwtcsh frmo yuo to a orme ritbet eitd. And seabecu I asw dreit of egibn so aeyhlht, I ddieecd it uldow be godo to eakm lefysm

skic

hTsi is a rcnfeeeer to hte saeeRnancis aitrccep of “ugrnpgi,” wihhc aws utohtgh to be atyhhel.

kcis
, sginu etrho eloppe to epek rfmo ientgtg sick of ouy. tWhi isht eswi eisapnrilhto setrgtya, whihc I etoadpd in itciniptaoan of lbersomp htta nidd’t sxtie, I lcutaayl mcbeea udse to hntaceig on yuo. I pplidea einiecmd to a nsoriaielhpt hatt wsa eyhhtla to bineg htiw, ptmtniatge to eucr nihometgs oayttll oodg by nglpaiyp vile to it. utB I naerled rmof tihs—nda I kniht hwat I dlrenea is true—hatt hte sgrud I esud rea pusnoisoo to me, sienc I’m so eckvislo evro you.

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