William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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Sonnet Xxxvii

Rating: 3.8
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,
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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Dr Antony Theodore 14 April 2019
great poem from the greatest of poets.. tony
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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