Sonnet 25 – Shakespeare

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
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 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 honour razèd 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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2 thoughts on “Sonnet 25 – Shakespeare

  1. Faye

    Shakespeare was such a genius with words. Even though these today may sound archaic there is such a resonance that touches and will forever touch the human spirit. Thanks for sharing.

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