Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most
Great princes' favourites 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 foiled
Is from the book of honour razed quite
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed