Sonnet 75

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet seasoned show'rs are to the ground;And for the peace of you I hold such strifeAs ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found;Now proud as an enjoyer, and anonDoubting 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 sightAnd by and by clean starvèd 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.

https://www.sparknotes.com/nofear/shakespeare/sonnets/sonnet_75/

Dreading a winter lockdown? Learn to love hiking in the rain | Melissa Harrison

Dreading ひどく恐れる

Back in April, my niece Alyssa, medically vulnerable and shielding in a one-bedroom city flat with no garden, posted on Instagram about really enjoying a downpour.

downpour どしゃ降り

“Was anyone else absolutely over the moon about the rain today?” she asked. 

Over the moon 大喜び

https://www.theguardian.com/travel/2020/nov/14/dreading-a-winter-lockdown-go-walking-in-the-rain-melissa-harrison