Sonnet 37

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