Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars
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.
William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public...
Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
Thy...
Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is...
Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old
My glass shall not persuade me I am old
So long as youth...
Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse
So is it not with me as with that muse,
Stirred by a...
Sonnet 20: A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou,...
Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep...
Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the...
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more...
Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were...
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