Sonnet XXV, by
William Shakespeare
Let those who are
in favour with their stars
Of public
honour and proud
titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlooked-for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their
pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their
glory die.
The painful
warrior famoused for might,
After
a thousand victories once
foiled
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest
forgot for which he toiled.
Then happy I, that love and am
beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
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