Sonnet 52. So am I as the rich whose blessed key

So am I as the rich whose blessed key

Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure

The which he will not every hour survey

For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.

Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare

Since seldom coming in that long year set

Like stones of worth they thinly placed are

Or captain jewels in the carcanet.