Sonnet 52

　　So am I as the rich whose blessed key

　　Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure，

　　The which he will not ev'ry hour survey，

　　For 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 placed are，

　　Or captain jewels in the carcanet.

　　So is the time that keeps you as my chest，

　　Or as the wardrobe which the r