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| So are you to my thoughts as food to life, | 1 |
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| Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; |
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| And for the peace of you I hold such strife |
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| As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found. |
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| Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon | 5 |
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| Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; |
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| Now counting best to be with you alone, |
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| Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure: |
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| Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, |
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| And by and by clean starved for a look; | 10 |
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| Possessing or pursuing no delight, |
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| Save what is had, or must from you be took. |
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 Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, |
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| Or gluttoning on all, or all away. |
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