Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honor and proud titles boast,

William Shakespeare

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.

SourcesShakespeare Picture (Slide 1)

o http://www.allgreatquotes.com/Images/william-

shakespeare.jpg

Homeless Picture (Slide 2)

o http://www.newprotest.org/projects/charity/images

/20081111_homeless.jpg

Marigold Picture (Slide 3)

o http://www.photos-public-domain.com/wp-

content/uploads/2011/08/marigold.jpg

Soldier Picture (Slide 4)

o http://www.shmoop.com/media/images/original/grieving

-soldiers.jpg

Monkey and Tiger (Slide 5)

o http://www.inspirationline.com/images/Tiger-

hugging.jpg

Sources (Cont.)

o http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/25

o http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakespeare%27s_s

onnets