British Literature: November 2008

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.

Some people take pride in their family lineage, some take pride in their personal abilities,

some pride themselves on how much money they make, or how powerful they are,

some take pride in their clothing and appearance even though the styles of today will change tomorrow,

some are proud of their material possessions;

and each person is entitled to their own opinion,

each person has his or her favorite thing:

however, i disagree with other people when it comes to being proud;

my pride goes to something much more significant,

your love is better than nobility,

more important than money, and more valuable than appearances

it brings me more joy than any personal possession;

with you i am more proud than any man:

if someone doesnt like this and decides to take it away

i would be a miserable person.

British Literature