Sonnet XXV

Let those who are in favour with their stars	1
Of public honour and proud titles boast,	2
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,	3
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.	4
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread	5
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,	6
And in themselves their pride lies buried,	7
For at a frown they in their glory die.	8
The painful warrior famoused for fight,	9
After a thousand victories once foil'd,	10
Is from the book of honour razed quite,	11
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:	12
Then happy I, that love and am beloved	13
Where I may not remove nor be removed.	14