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LXXV



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.

 	--William Shakespeare

XXIV



Mine eye hath play\'d the painter and hath stell\'d,

Thy beauty\'s form in table of my heart;

My body is the frame wherein \'tis held,

And perspective it is best painter\'s art.

For through the painter must you see his skill,

To find where your true image pictur\'d lies,

Which in my bosom\'s shop is hanging still,

That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:

Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me

Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun

Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee; 

  Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,

  They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

 	--William Shakespeare