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 />Unlooked 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 burièd, <br />For at a frown they in their glory die. <br />The painful warrior famousèd for fight, <br />After a thousand victories once foiled, <br />Is from the book of honour razèd quite, <br />And all the rest forgot for which he toiled. <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-25-let-those-who-are-in-favour-with-their/
