| 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; | |
| Even so, being full of your ne’er-cloying sweetness, | 5 |
| To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding; | |
| And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness | |
| To be diseas’d, ere that there was true needing. | |
| Thus policy in love, to anticipate | |
| The ills that were not, grew to faults assur’d, | 10 |
| 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. |