So 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.
Sonnet 75 in modern English
You are to me what food is to life, or what spring showers are to the earth, and to achieve peace of mind about you I struggle with myself as a miser struggles with his wealth. One moment he proudly enjoys it and the next he’s worried that the thieving age we live in will steal his treasure – now counting it best to keep you to myself, then reckoning it better if the world could see my pleasure. At times I feel full from feasting on your looks but eventually absolutely starving for a glimpse of you, having or looking for no pleasure except what you give me and what I can take from you. That’s why I either waste away with hunger day after day, or either stuff myself with you or go without.
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The 1609 Quarto sonnet 75 version
SO are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as ſweet ſeaſon’d ſhewers 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 inioyer,and anon Doubting the filching age will ſteale his treaſure, Now counting beſt to be with you alone, Then betterd that the world may ſee my pleaſure, Some-time all ful with feaſting on your ſight, And by and by clean ſtarued for a looke, Poſſeſſing or purſuing no delight Saue what is had,or muſt from you be tooke. Thus do I pine and ſurfet day by day, Or gluttoning on all,or all away,