Let those who are in favour with their stars <br /> Of public honour and proud titles boast, <br /> Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, <br /> Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. <br /> Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread <br /> But as the marigold at the sun's eye, <br /> And in themselves their pride lies buried, <br /> For at a frown they in their glory die. <br /> The painful warrior famoused for fight, <br /> After a thousand victories once foil'd, <br /> Is from the book of honour razed quite, <br /> And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd: <br /> Then happy I, that love and am beloved <br /> Where I may not remove nor be removed.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxv-3/
