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