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Sonnet XXXVII
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| As a decrepit father takes delight | 1
| To see his active child do deeds of youth, | 2
| So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, | 3
| Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. | 4
| For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit, | 5
| Or any of these all, or all, or more, | 6
| Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit, | 7
| I make my love engrafted to this store: | 8
| So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised, | 9
| Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give | 10
| That I in thy abundance am sufficed | 11
| And by a part of all thy glory live. | 12
| Look, what is best, that best I wish in thee: | 13
| This wish I have; then ten times happy me! | 14
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