Sonnet #25

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Sonnet #25

XXV.

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook'd 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 buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.

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[dramasnot6]

*feels very much like this* One can not consider happiness the constant,continual thrusting upon of happy events and words. True happiness is a contentment within,not the constant reassurance of love but the knowledge you 'love and am beloved' no matter what.
If love is strong enough,not the fleeting love of 'public honour and proud titles boast', it will survive the periodic 'frowns' and 'foiled victories' that life entails.
Shakespeare was a wise man. :)