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XXV



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 foil\'d,

Is from the book of honour razed quite,

And all the rest forgot for which he toil\'d:

Then happy I, that love and am belov\'d,

Where I may not remove nor be remov\'d.

 	--William Shakespeare

VIII



Music to hear, why hear\'st thou music sadly?

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:

Why lov\'st thou that which thou receiv\'st not gladly,

Or else receiv\'st with pleasure thine annoy?

If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,

By unions married, do offend thine ear,

They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds

In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. 

Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,

Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;

Resembling sire and child and happy mother,

Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:

  Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,

  Sings this to thee: \'Thou single wilt prove none.\'



IX



Is it for fear to wet a widow\'s eye,

That thou consum\'st thy self in single life?

Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,

The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;

The world will be thy widow and still weep

That thou no form of thee hast left behind,

When every private widow well may keep

By children\'s eyes, her husband\'s shape in mind:

Look! what an unthrift in the world doth spend

Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;

But beauty\'s waste hath in the world an end,

And kept unused the user so destroys it.

  No love toward others in that bosom sits

  That on himself such murd\'rous shame commits.

 	--William Shakespeare

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