Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XCI

Sonnet XC

Sonnet XCII

XCI

 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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Sonnet XC

Sonnet XCII