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.
Sonnet 52: So Am I As The Rich Whose Blessèd Key
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: hope, pride, time, pleasure, sweet, long, chest, bring, treasure, triumph, hide, year, point, worth, special, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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