Sonnetsday 2

Sonnet LXXV O 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.   W.S.

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