XXVLet those who are in favor with their stars
Of public honor and proud titles boast
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favorites 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 honor 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.