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’ cost,
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