Sonnet 75. So are you to my thoughts as food to life

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