Soneto 118
Así tal nuestros apetitos crecen
Con sabores que a paladares urgen,
Para prevenir el mal que apetecen
Buscamos medicinas que nos purguen.
Y aunque estando lleno de tu dulzura,
Amargos alimentos ingerí,
Cansado de no sentir amargura
Antes de tiempo enfermo me sentí.
Costumbre de amor es anticipar
Las enfermedades que sufriremos,
Y traer medicina, y adelantar
La cura de lo que nunca tendremos.
De esto aprendemos lección verdadera:
En amor, unos de otros se envenenan.
Sonnet 118
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 full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I franie 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.
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 franie 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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