Like as to make our appetite more keen <br />With eager compounds we our palate urge, <br />As to prevent our maladies unseen, <br />We sicken to shun sickness when we purge. <br />Even so being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness, <br />To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding; <br />And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness <br />To be diseased ere that there was true needing. <br />Thus policy in love t' anticipate <br />The ills that were not, grew to faults assured, <br />And brought to medicine a healthful state <br />Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured. <br /> But thence I learn and find the lesson true: <br /> Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-118-like-as-to-make-our-appetite-more-kee/
