Some glory in their birth, some in their skill

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' cost
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 take
All this away, and me most wretched make