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-flangled ill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humor 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 tha wealth, prouder tha 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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