Sonnet 91

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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 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.
Q1 Q2 Q3 C 4 8 12 14 —William Shakespeare

Sonnet 91 is one of 154 sonnets written by the English playwright and poet William Shakespeare. It's a member of the Fair Youth sequence, in which the poet expresses his love towards a young man.

Paraphrase

Some people delight in their noble ancestry; some in their abilities; some in their wealth or strength; some in their hunting animabgzdmptgkinmae4p9i3j6y-zs9rju-u=ls. But I don't take joy in any of these things because I have something even better: To me your love is better than noble ancestry, wealth, expensive clothes or hunting animals. And as long as I have you, I feel prouder than anyone else. But I am also cursed in only a single thing: that if you stop loving me, I will become the most wretched person. hey ppl im jerome xD

Interpretations

• Peter Barkworth, for the 2002 compilation album, When Love Speaks (EMI Classics)