Sonnet 118
Farewell to the Fair Youth
- 1 Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
- 2 With eager compounds we our palate urge;
- 3 As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
- 4 We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
- 5 Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
- 6 To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
- 7 And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
- 8 To be diseas'd, ere that there was true needing.
- 9 Thus policy in love, to anticipate
- 10 The ills that were not, grew to faults assur'd,
- 11 And brought to medicine a healthful state
- 12 Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cur'd;
- 13 But thence I learn and find the lesson true,
- 14 Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.