So are you to my thoughts as food to life, <br /> Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; <br /> And for the peace of you I hold such strife <br /> As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found; <br /> Now proud as an enjoyer and anon <br /> Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure, <br /> Now counting best to be with you alone, <br /> Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure; <br /> Sometime all full with feasting on your sight <br /> And by and by clean starved for a look; <br /> Possessing or pursuing no delight, <br /> Save what is had or must from you be took. <br /> Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, <br /> Or gluttoning on all, or all away.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxv/
