Sonnetsday

Here is one I've posted before, but a good poem deserves several reads :)

XCI. OME 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. W.S.