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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,
Entitled in thy parts do crownèd 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.
ustJ as a edprtice ehftar atkse ulpersae in geisne ihs vaetci hcild gnanegig in lyuuftho ivacisiett, so I, owhm inoruemtfs sha jednuri nda cpedplir, aetk lal teh fcotrmo I nac in uryo odog ohwtr dan yelfdiit. For ewhrthe abuyte, yinbltoi, wthael, dan eiecentgnill—or nya eon of teseh, or all of tmhe, or meor nhat tehes—rea oury ryecnlip tbteuarsti, I’m hignaactt my elov to tmeh. I’m otn amle, ropo, or deipssde, as goln as hsit styfaan of imne tels me aetk so cumh tnaitacifsso in ryuo good ulkc and I can ivel off rapt of yoru lrogy. tverhaWe is tseb, tath’s thaw I ihsw ouy to vahe. Secin I heva htsi hiws, I’m lcyuk net miste over.

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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,
Entitled in thy parts do crownèd 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.
ustJ as a edprtice ehftar atkse ulpersae in geisne ihs vaetci hcild gnanegig in lyuuftho ivacisiett, so I, owhm inoruemtfs sha jednuri nda cpedplir, aetk lal teh fcotrmo I nac in uryo odog ohwtr dan yelfdiit. For ewhrthe abuyte, yinbltoi, wthael, dan eiecentgnill—or nya eon of teseh, or all of tmhe, or meor nhat tehes—rea oury ryecnlip tbteuarsti, I’m hignaactt my elov to tmeh. I’m otn amle, ropo, or deipssde, as goln as hsit styfaan of imne tels me aetk so cumh tnaitacifsso in ryuo good ulkc and I can ivel off rapt of yoru lrogy. tverhaWe is tseb, tath’s thaw I ihsw ouy to vahe. Secin I heva htsi hiws, I’m lcyuk net miste over.

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