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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 118: "Like as, to make our appetite more keen,..."
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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, to anticipate
The ills that were not, grew to faults assur`d,
And brought to medicine a healthful state
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cur`d;
But thence I learn and find the lesson true,
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
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