Sonet 118 (Shakespeare)
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Suradnik je predložio ovu stranicu za brisanje. Suradnikov razlog za brisanje je: strani jezik, bez izvora Ako smatrate da ovaj članak nije za brisanje, navedite to na stranici za razgovor Kod postavljanja predloška u članak, molimo Vas ne brišite sadržaj zbog kojeg je predložak postavljen. Administratori: provjerite što vodi ovamo, povijest stranice (zadnje uređivanje) i evidenciju stranice, prije brisanja stranice. |
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 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