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 fell sick of you.
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