Nice...

Let those who are in favor with their stars, of public honour and proud tittles boast,
whilst I whom fortune of such triumph bar unlook'd for joy in that I honours 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 frown they in there glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight after a thousand victories onde foil'd,
is from the book of honour razed forth, and all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I that love and am beloved where I may not remove, nor be removed.

* Don't know where you got it, but I liked it a lot...