Sonnet 37: As a Decrepit Father Takes Delight
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest plight,
Take all my comfort from thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store.
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee,
This wish I have, then ten times happy me.
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