Shakespeare's Sonnets: So am I as the rich whose blessèd key

So am I as the rich whose blessèd keyCan bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure,The which he will not ev'ry hour surveyFor blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,Since seldom coming in the 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 ward-robe which the robe doth hideTo make some special instant special bless'tBy new unfolding his imprison'd pride. Blessèd are you whose worthiness gives scope, Being had, to triumph, being lack't, to hope.