莎士比亚十四行诗75
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 clean starved for a look.
Possessing or pursuing, no delight,
Save what is had or must be from you took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.