“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.” – William Shakespeare, “Sonnet XCI”