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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN LINES WRITTEN AT LOUDON MANSE by ROBERT BURNS EDMUND CLARENCE STEADMAN by FLORENCE EARLE COATES UPON MRS. PHILIPS HER POEMS by ABRAHAM COWLEY SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD: 3. THE LOCOMOTIVE by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |