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.
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