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