comfort [Theme]

This Magic Shop.

I'm like I'm drunk.

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 sit crownd,
I make my love ingrafted 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.




Like a glad father in the evening of life
The heirs of the courage young
So. truth and glory
I admire, ignominiously fading.
The magnanimity, nobility, beauty,
And a sharp mind, and strength, and health
Barely every trait of yours
Passed me with your love.
I'm not poor, not weak, not alone,
And the shadow of love that I carry,
Such a bounty of poses thread
I'm living one particle.
All you can I wish
Descends from you as grace.