by: William Shakespeare
- ET those
who are in favor with their stars
- Of public honor and proud titles boast,
- Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
- Unlooked for joy in that I honor most.
- Great princes' favorites their fair leaves spread
- But as the marigold at the sun's eye;
- And in themselves their pride lies burièd,
- For at a frown they in their glory die.
- The painful warrior famousèd for fight,
- After a thousand victories once foiled,
- Is from the book of honor rasèd 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.
MORE POEMS BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
"Sonnet #25" was originally
published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted