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.
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