Sonnet LXXV: So Are You to my Thoughts as Food to Life, by William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Sonnet LXXV: So Are You to my Thoughts as Food to Life

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 anon

Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;

Now counting best to be with you alone,

Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure;

Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight,

And by and by clean starvèd for a look;

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.

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