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 tuff 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, to 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ROCOCO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |