Sonnet 75

1 So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
2 Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
3 And for the peace of you I hold such strife
4 As ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
5 Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
6 Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
7 Now counting best to be with you alone,
8 Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure,
9 Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
10 And by and by clean starved for a look,
11 Possessing or pursuing no delight
12 Save what is had, or must from you be took.
13 Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
14 Or gluttoning on all, or all away.