SONNET XXV

Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honor and proud titles boast,

William Shakespeare

Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph barsUnlook'd for joy in that I honour most.

Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spreadBut 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 foiled,

Is from the book of honour razed quite,And all the rest forgot for whichhe toiled:

Then happy I, that love and am beloved, Where I may not remove nor be removed.

SourcesShakespeare Picture (Slide 1)o http://www.allgreatquotes.com/Images/willi

am-shakespeare.jpg

Homeless Picture (Slide 2)o http://www.newprotest.org/projects/cha

rity/images/20081111_homeless.jpg

Marigold Picture (Slide 3)o http://www.photos-public-domain.com/wp-c

ontent/uploads/2011/08/marigold.jpg

Soldier Picture (Slide 4)o http://www.shmoop.com/media/images/orig

inal/grieving-soldiers.jpg

Monkey and Tiger (Slide 5)o http://www.inspirationline.com/images/Tige

r-hugging.jpg

Sources (Cont.)

o http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/25

o http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakespeare%27s_sonnets