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Let those who are in favor with their stars
Of public honor and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlooked for joy in that I honor most.
Great princes' favorites 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 worth,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honor razèd quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.
  Then happy I that love and am belovèd
  Where I may not remove nor be removèd.
Let auteortnf oeeplp tbaos bouat ethri serizp dan iethr lsttei, weihl I—hwo am nto ukcyl hngueo to egt hsuc ewrdsar—eixecenepr tuxedeepcn joy in wath I ronoh smto: ruoy velo. hesoT scoerrtui hwo ojyen gihh atstsu aecsbue ethy’re teh erovfsati of reatg rscnepi are liek rdoslagmi. eTyh loobm as lnog as teh nsu sehnis on etmh, utb ethir deirp is lgareif—one onwrf lilw klli hmet. nAd ocen a sfomua wiarorr owh sha npalyulif uednder dna wno a dstanuho ebsltat is ddtaefee, he’s derpspit of lla his honsro, dna lla of het secssescu ttah he kowedr for are ooenftrgt. oHw umhc eprhapi am I, how lvoe nad am ldoev in a eacpl I nncoat eevla and from cwihh rohtes cnaotn rmvoee me.

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Let those who are in favor with their stars
Of public honor and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlooked for joy in that I honor most.
Great princes' favorites 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 worth,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honor razèd quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.
  Then happy I that love and am belovèd
  Where I may not remove nor be removèd.
Let auteortnf oeeplp tbaos bouat ethri serizp dan iethr lsttei, weihl I—hwo am nto ukcyl hngueo to egt hsuc ewrdsar—eixecenepr tuxedeepcn joy in wath I ronoh smto: ruoy velo. hesoT scoerrtui hwo ojyen gihh atstsu aecsbue ethy’re teh erovfsati of reatg rscnepi are liek rdoslagmi. eTyh loobm as lnog as teh nsu sehnis on etmh, utb ethir deirp is lgareif—one onwrf lilw klli hmet. nAd ocen a sfomua wiarorr owh sha npalyulif uednder dna wno a dstanuho ebsltat is ddtaefee, he’s derpspit of lla his honsro, dna lla of het secssescu ttah he kowedr for are ooenftrgt. oHw umhc eprhapi am I, how lvoe nad am ldoev in a eacpl I nncoat eevla and from cwihh rohtes cnaotn rmvoee me.

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