Sonnet · Nature
Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars
1Let those who are in favour with their stars
2Of public honour and proud titles boast,
3Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
4Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
5Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
6But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
7And in themselves their pride lies buried,
8For at a frown they in their glory die.
9The painful warrior famoused for fight,
10After a thousand victories once foil'd,
11Is from the book of honour razed quite,
12And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
13Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,
14Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.
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- Poem
- Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars
- Poet
- William Shakespeare
- Length
- 14 lines
- Form
- Sonnet
- Themes
- Nature, Love, Death & Loss
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- Shape
- 14 lines · one 14-line stanza
- Line length
- Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).
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- Author record
- William Shakespeare1564–1616
- Source record
- PoetryDBSonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars by william-shakespeare, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- Not recorded in the imported source
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- SHA-256 2cc27c95503db311…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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