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.
By
( William Shakespeare )
