Sonnet 91
Some glory in their birth, some in
their skill
«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 wretchcd make
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