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