1757LIke as to make our appetites more keene

1758With eager compounds we our pallat vrge,

1759As to preuent our malladies vnseene,

1760We sicken to shun sicknesse when we purge.

1761Euen so being full of your nere cloying sweetnesse,

1762To bitter sawces did I frame my feeding;

1763And sicke of wel-fare found a kind of meetnesse,

1764To be diseas'd ere that there was true needing.

1765Thus pollicie in loue t'anticipate

1766The ills that were, not grew to faults assured,

1767And brought to medicine a healthfull state

1768Which rancke of goodnesse would by ill be cured.

1769 But thence I learne and find the lesson true,

1770Drugs poyson him that so fell sicke of you.

1772WHat potions haue I drunke of Syren teares

1773Distil'd from Lymbecks foule as hell within,

1774Applying feares to hopes, and hopes to feares,

1775Still loosing when I saw my selfe to win?

1776What wretched errors hath my heart committed,

1777Whilst it hath thought it selfe so blessed neuer?

1778How haue mine eies out of their Spheares bene fitted

1779In the distraction of this madding feuer?

1780O benefit of ill, now I find true

1781That better is, by euil still made better.

1782And ruin'd loue when it is built anew

1783Growes fairer then at first, more strong, far greater.

1784 So I returne rebukt to my content,

1785And gaine by ills thrise more then I haue spent.

1787THat you were once vnkind be-friends mee now,

1788And for that sorrow , which I then didde feele,

1789Needes must I vnder my transgression bow,

1790Vnlesse my Nerues were brasse or hammered steele.

1791For if you were by my vnkindnesse shaken