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.
He dines on every available pleasure, or at the same time lacks any  source of nourishment. 
 The verb “gluttoning” may be a Shakespeare invention. And so the conclusion stands, but it isn’t a resolution, just a statement of the pain of being in love and being insecure.
Sonnet 75