, by William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour
with their stars
Of public honour
and proud titles
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlooked-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
For at a frown they in their glory
The painful warrior
famoused for might,
After a thousand victories
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.
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