Let those who are in favour with their stars...
Sonnet 25Let 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 foil'd, Is from the book of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd: Then happy I, that love and am beloved Where I may not remove nor be removed. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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Let people who are up in the world rejoice in their possessions: I, who have no such claim to fame find I rejoice most in what I hold most dear. Those who earn greatness from the people in power flourish only as flowers do in the sun’s warmth . Once it’s withdrawn all their pretty petals curl up and die. If a prize fighter fails a single time and loses a battle, no matter though he’s toiled all his life, everyone forgets his name instantly.
How lucky am I, then, for my love will never die, nor I be removed from my love’s affections.