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 takeAll this away and me most wretched make.