Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 52

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For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 52 (Shakespeare).
52
So am I as the rich whose blessed key,
Can bring him to his sweet vp-lockd treasure,
The which he will not eu'ry hower suruay,
For blunting the fine point of seldome pleasure,
Therefore are feasts so sollemne and so rare,
Since sildom comming in the long yeare set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captaine Iewells in the carconet.
So is the time that keepes you as my chest,
Or as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,
To make some speciall instant speciall blest,
By new vnfoulding his imprison'd pride.
Blessed are you whose worthinesse giues skope,
Being had to tryumph, being lackt to hope.