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;
All these I better in one general best.
Thy LOVE is BETTER than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garment’s cost,
Of more delight than hawks or hounds 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.
The wise Bard explains here in Sonnet 91 how nothing in life is more important, or better, than love. It is an interesting and heartening sonnet to read, because it smacks down all the nonsense espoused by today’s ridiculous society. If we remember what truly makes us happy, instead of what other people tell us will make us happy, we will all be a better people as a result.
