Shakespeare's Sonnets: Let those who are in favour with their stars

Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honour and proud titles boast,Whil'st I whom fortune of such triumph barsUnlook't for joy in that I honour most;Great princes' favorites their fair leaves spreadBut as the marigold at the sun's eye,And in them-selves their pride lies burièd,For at a frown they in their glory die.The painful warrior famoused for worth,After a thousand victories once foil'd,Is from the book of honour rasèd quite,And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd: Then happy I that love and am belovèd Where I may not remove, nor be removed.