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Sonnet 25


Let those who are in favor with their stars
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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
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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,
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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
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  Where I may not remove nor be removed.







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