William Shakespeare - Sonnet 37

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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 mе!
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- William Shakespeare