So Are You to My Thoughts As Food to Life ( William Shakespeare )

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 enjoy'er 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;

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 glut toning on all, or all away.

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( William Shakespeare )