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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.