XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, Or Entitled in thy parts do crowned fit, I make my love engrafted to this store: So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised, Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give That I in thy abundance am fufficed And by a part of all thy glory live. Look, what is best, that best I wish in thee: This wish I have; then ten times happy me! XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent, While thou doft breathe, that pour'it into my verse O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me For who's fo dumb that cannot write to thee, If my flight Muse do please these curious days, |