Sonnet #25

Let those who R in favour wiv thr *s,
Of public honour & proud titles boast,
Whilst I whom 4tune of such triumph bars
Unlooked 4 joy in th@ I honour most;
gr8 princes' favourites thr fair leaves spread,
bt as d marigold @ d sunz eye,
& in themselves thr pride lies buried,
4 @ a frown they in thr glory die.
d painful warrior famoused 4 fight,
After a thous& victories once foiled,
Is frm d book of honour razed quite,
& all d rest 4got 4 which he toiled:
Then :-) I th@ luv & am beluvd
wr I may nt remove nor b removed.
See Original Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

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