More Math

#37 in the morning:

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XXXVII

  As a decrepit father takes delight

  To see his active child do deeds of youth,

  So 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 thy parts, do crowned sit,

  I make my love engrafted, to this store:

  So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,

  Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give

  That 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!

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Math again  -____-  I’ll say the look at the beginning of the closing couplet is the volta.  More after 4—