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
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