Sonnet 91

Finally, Friday!!  Things are beginning to look up already  J  even though its another whole week before I’m done with finals (and could be up to another two weeks before I’m done with grading) …  Today’s sonnet:

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XCI

  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 take

    All this away, and me most wretched make.

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Definitely two turns in this one:  The but at the beginning of line 7, capping the opening priamel, is one; the closing couplet is the main volta.  More tomorrow (probably late tomorrow, there being no classes and a storm in the weather forecast)—