So am I as the rich whose blessèd key <br />Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure, <br />The which he will not every hour survey, <br />For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. <br />Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, <br />Since, seldom coming, in that long year set, <br />Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are, <br />Or captain jewels in the carcanet. <br />So is the time that keeps you as my chest, <br />Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, <br />To make some special instant special-blest <br />By new unfolding his imprisoned pride. <br /> Blessèd are you whose worthiness gives scope, <br /> Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-52-so-am-i-as-the-rich-whose-bless-egrave/
