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