Sonnet 91

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, 
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ 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’ cost, 
Of more delight than hawks or 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.