WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNETS

SONNET 25
LET THOSE WHO ARE IN FAVOUR WITH THEIR STARS

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.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNETS - SONNET - 25 - LET THOSE WHO ARE IN FAVOUR WITH THEIR STARS