Shakespeare's Sonnets: As a decrepit father takes delight

As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youthSo I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,Or any of these all, or all, or more,Entitled in their parts, do crownèd sit,I make my love ingrafted to this store:So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,Whil'st that this shadow doth such substance giveThat I in thy abundance am suffic'd,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.