From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate:"
and again, in sonnet the thirty-seventh,—
"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;—
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."