Sonnet 118

Farewell to the Fair Youth

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