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| SONNET 37 |
| As a decrepit father takes delight |
| To see his active child do deeds of youth, |
| So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, |
| Take all my comfort of 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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