Shakespeare's sonnet 25 is an interesting read. He seems to really express that there are many people in the world who seem to have it all, (people “who are in favour with their stars”) but those same people can lose the worldly things they own, or the power they possess as quickly as a frown.However, many other people (including the author) have something in life that cannot be taken away. A loving relationship with another human being.
Here Shakespeare is pointing out that he is one of the many whom fortune bars, or avoids. He wasn’t born into power and hasn’t been able to attain it either. Unforeseen by the public although, is the joy he honors more than that of a noble power, or wealth.
Great rulers finest hours last no longer than that of a blooming flower in comparison to their lifetime. And as soon as it is over, or they make a single mistake, their glory dies.
The tattered warrior who rises to fame for his victories, is just as easily forgotten with a single defeat. People tend to remember when you fail or make a mistake.
All previous things aside, the author is simply happy to love and be loved. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about losing power, or being forgotten as long as he is able to share this relationship with someone.In Shakespeare’s case, as in the rest of his first 126 sonnets, he is writing this to an unknown young man. Some believe the language he used could imply a sexual relationship between the two, but it could have just as easily been a strictly platonic relationship (like our monkey and tiger friends up there ).
William ShakespeareLet those who are in favour with their sOf public honor and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph barsUnlookd for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes favourites their fair leavesspreadBut as the marigold at the suns eye, And in themselves their pride lies burie For at a frown they in their glory die.
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Then happy I, that love and am beloved, Where I may not remove nor beremoved.