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- # Sonnet 37
## Overview
"Sonnet 37" is a poem by William Shakespeare, presented as a single sonnet. It was extracted from a larger collection of poetry as part of a digital workflow.
## Context
This sonnet is part of the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) collection, which includes facsimile editions of Shakespeare's works. The collection originates from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is associated with the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. "Sonnet 37" is preceded by [Sonnet 36](arke:01KG6S4BK130VAM6DNN9H6HTSR) and followed by [Sonnet 38](arke:01KG6S4BK3WEMH9GNN3ZK5HV1E) within the collection.
## Contents
The text of "Sonnet 37" explores themes of aging, love, and contentment. The speaker draws a parallel between a decrepit father finding joy in his son's youthful deeds and his own comfort derived from the worth and truth of his beloved. The sonnet suggests that the speaker, feeling "lame by Fortune's dearest spight," finds solace and sufficiency in the abundance and glory of the beloved, wishing them the best and finding happiness in their reflected glory.
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- As a decrepit father takes delight,
To see his active childe do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortunes dearest spight.
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of thefe all, or all, or more
Intitled in their parts, do crowned sit,
I make my loue ingrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poore, nor dispis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance giue,
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory liue:
Looke what is best, that best I wish in thee,
This wish I haue, then ten times happy me.
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- Sonnet 37