So am I as the rich, whose blessed
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the fine point of seldom
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so
Since, seldom coming, in the long year
Like stones of worth they thinly placed
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
So is the time that keeps you as my
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth
To make some special instant special
By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Blessed are you, whose worthiness
Being had, to triumph, being lack'd,