Sonnet XCI, by William Shakespeare
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.
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