Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 25
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 25 (Shakespeare).
25Let those who are in fauor with their stars,Of publike honour and proud titles bost,Whilst I whome fortune of such tryumph barsVnlookt for ioy in that I honour most;Great Princes fauorites their faire leaues spread,But as the Marygold at the suns eye,And in them-selues their pride lies buried,For at a frowne they in their glory die.The painefull warrier famosed for worth,After a thousand victories once foild,Is from the booke of honour rased quite,And all the rest forgot for which he toild:Then happy I that loue and am belouedWhere I may not remoue, nor be remoued.