Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen
Like as to make our appetite more keen
With eager compounds we our palate urge,
As to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge.
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,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
To be diseased ere that there was true needing.
Thus policy in love t' anticipate
The ills that were not, grew to faults assured,
And brought to medicine a healthful state
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured.
But thence I learn and find the lesson true:
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
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Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time | 0 | 6.801 | 07/12/2011 - 02:13 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tears | 0 | 4.547 | 07/12/2011 - 02:12 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen | 0 | 4.084 | 07/12/2011 - 02:09 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds | 0 | 4.357 | 07/12/2011 - 02:07 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie | 0 | 4.427 | 07/12/2011 - 02:06 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you | 0 | 4.525 | 07/12/2011 - 02:05 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind | 0 | 4.029 | 07/12/2011 - 02:04 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth th' impression fill | 0 | 4.121 | 07/12/2011 - 02:02 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide | 0 | 3.851 | 07/12/2011 - 02:01 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 110: Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there | 0 | 4.536 | 07/12/2011 - 01:59 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st | 0 | 4.757 | 07/12/2011 - 01:58 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 109: O, never say that I was false of heart | 0 | 5.218 | 07/12/2011 - 01:57 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character | 0 | 4.268 | 07/12/2011 - 01:57 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul | 0 | 4.293 | 07/12/2011 - 01:56 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time | 0 | 4.503 | 07/12/2011 - 01:54 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry | 0 | 4.966 | 07/12/2011 - 01:53 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old | 0 | 4.794 | 07/12/2011 - 01:53 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth | 0 | 4.621 | 07/12/2011 - 01:52 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming | 0 | 3.903 | 07/12/2011 - 01:50 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends | 0 | 4.667 | 07/12/2011 - 01:43 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/General | Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long | 0 | 4.638 | 07/12/2011 - 01:42 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any | 0 | 4.356 | 07/12/2011 - 01:40 | English | |
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