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 crowned 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-2/
