Synopsis:

The poet contrasts himself with those who seem more fortunate than he. Their titles and honors, he says, though great, are subject to whim and accident, while his greatest blessing, his love, will not change.

 Let those who are in favor with their starsOf 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 spreadBut 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 belovedWhere I may not remove nor be removed.