1 So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
2 Or as sweet-season'd 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 better'd 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.