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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 75: "So are you to my thoughts as food to life..."
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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
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;
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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