Shakespeare's Sonnet 91

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’ costs,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 takeAll this away, and me most wretched make.

Some take pride in their birth, some in their skill, some in their wealth, some in their physical strength, some in their clothes, though the latest fashions look awful; some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horses. Every temperament has its own special pleasure, which it enjoys above all others. But these separate things are not my standard. I surpass them all with one supreme possession.
Your love is better to me than noble birth, richer than wealth, and a greater source of pride than expensive clothes. It brings more delight than hawks and horses. Having you, I can boast of everything others take pride in. My only misery is that you can take all this away and make me utterly miserable.