1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 75 

1	So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
2	Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground#
3	And for the peace of you I hold such strife
4	As ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found:
5	Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
6	Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure#
7	Now counting best to be with you alone,
8	Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure#
9	Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
10	And by and by clean starvèd for a look#
11	Possessing or pursuing no delight
12	Save what is had or must from you be took.
13	Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
14	Or gluttoning on all, or all away.