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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 takeAll this away, and me most wretched make.