Sonnet 75
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet seasoned 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 anonDoubting the filching age will steal his treasure;Now counting best to be with you alone,Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,And by and by clean starvèd for a look;Possessing or pursuing no delightSave 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.