As a decrepit father takes delight...
Sonnet 37As 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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Just like an old father enjoying seeing his kid bounce about, I (being injured by Fortune’s buffets) get all my kicks from your worth and truth. Whatever parts of beauty, or good breeding, or money, or cleverness, or other desirable characteristics are displayed proudly in you, I latch onto all these goodies through my love of you.
Once I do this, I’m neither injured, poor, nor ostracised. While your shadow nourishes me I’ve got all I need, and your superfluity is more than enough to keep me afloat.
Whatever you think is the most desirable, I wish you to have. Guess what, my wish has already come true! How contended I must be!
Once I do this, I’m neither injured, poor, nor ostracised. While your shadow nourishes me I’ve got all I need, and your superfluity is more than enough to keep me afloat.
Whatever you think is the most desirable, I wish you to have. Guess what, my wish has already come true! How contended I must be!