Sonnet XCI. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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.
Soneto XCI
Unos se vanaglorian de la estirpe,
Del saber, el vigor o la fortuna;
Otros, de la elegancia extravagante,
O de halcones, lebreles y caballos;
Cada carácter un placer comporta
Cuya alegría a las demás excede;
Pero estas distinciones no me alcanzan
Pues tengo algo mejor que las incluye.
En altura, tu amor vence al linaje;
En soberbia al atuendo; al oro en fausto;
En júbilo al de halcones y corceles.
Teniéndote, todo el orgullo es mío.
Mi única miseria es que pudieras
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