Sonnet 75

　　So are you to my thoughts as food to life，

　　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 enjoyer，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