As a decrepit father takes delight <br />To see his active child do deeds of youth, <br />So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite, <br />Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. <br />For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit, <br />Or any of these all, or all, or more, <br />Entitled in thy parts, do crownèd sit, <br />I make my love engrafted to this store. <br />So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised, <br />Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give <br />That I in thy abundance am sufficed <br />And by a part of all thy glory live. <br /> Look what is best, that best I wish in thee. <br /> This wish I have; then ten times happy me!<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-37-as-a-decrepit-father-takes-delight/
