Sonnet 052: So Am I As The Rich Whose Blessed Key
William Shakespeare
So am I as the rich whose blessèd key Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in that long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special-blest By new unfolding his imprisoned pride. Blessèd are you whose worthiness gives scope, Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope.
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