Sonnet 52: So Am I As The Rich Whose Blessd Key

William Shakespeare

So am I as the rich whose blessd key
Can bring him to his sweet up-lockd 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 placd 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.
Blessd are you whose worthiness gives scope,
Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope.

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