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, to anticipate <br />The ills that were not, grew to faults assur'd, <br />And brought to medicine a healthful state <br />Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cur'd; <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-keen/
