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<ol><li> 1. William ShakespeareLet those who are in favour with their starOf public honor and proud titles boast, </li><li> 2. Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph barsUnlookd for joy in that I honour most. </li><li> 3. Great princes favourites their fair leavesspreadBut as the marigold at the suns eye,And in themselves their pride lies buriedFor at a frown they in their glory die. </li><li> 4. The painfulIs from thewarriorbook offamoused for honourfight, razed quite,After aAnd all thethousand restvictories once forgot forfoiled,which he toiled: </li><li> 5. Then happy I, that love and am beloved, Where I may not remove nor beremoved. </li><li> 6. SourcesShakespeare Picture (Slide 1)o Picture (Slide 2)o Picture (Slide 3)o Picture (Slide 4)o and Tiger (Slide 5)o </li><li> 7. Sources (Cont.)o</li></ol>