Some glory in their birth, some in their skill...
Sonnet 91Some 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. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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People are proud of all sorts of things: their heritage, their money, their muscles, their clothes (however misguided about the fashion they might be), their gadgets or cars –everyone has something to tickle their pleasure. I don’t care for any of these, because I’ve got something way better. Your love is more important to me than any noble birthright, more precious than money, more splendid than designer clothes, more thrilling than cars. Because I have you, I have all of those things rolled into one which other people enjoy so much.
The only downside is, that you can take all of this away at any moment and instantly plunge me into despair.