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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,

Intitled in thy parts do crowned sit,

I make my love ingrafted to this store:

So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis\'d,

Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give,

That I in thy abundance am suffic\'d,

And by a part of all thy glory live.

\\xa0 \\xa0 Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:

\\xa0 \\xa0 This wish I have, then ten times happy me!