Sonnet 25

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook'd 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 fight
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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Writer(s): The Shakespeare Heptet
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