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XCI.
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.
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