Sonnet 91

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,

Some in their wealth, some in their body's force,

Some in their garments though new-fangled ill,

Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse,

And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,

Wherein it finds a joy above the rest,

But these particulars are not my measure:

All these I better in one general best.

Thy love is better than high birth to me,

Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs,

Of more delight than hawks and horses be:

And having thee, of all men's pride I boast—

Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take

All this away, and me most wretched make.