Sonnet 91

Some 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.
While some get their glory from earning,and others, from strength or from learning,mine comes from my lover's,so unlike the others,it's hostage to spurious spurning.