Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, <br />Some in their wealth, some in their body's force, <br />Some in their garments though new-fangled ill; <br />Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; <br />And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, <br />Wherein it finds a joy above the rest: <br />But these particulars are not my measure, <br />All these I better in one general best. <br />Thy love is better than high birth to me, <br />Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, <br />Of more delight than hawks and horses be; <br />And having thee, of all men's pride I boast: <br />Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take <br />All this away, and me most wretched make.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-91-some-glory-in-their-birth-some-in-their-skill/
