| 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 | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| 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. |