Volta project, day 25

Here’s sonnet 25:

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XXV

  Let those who are in favour with their stars

  Of public honour and proud titles boast,

  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 foil'd,

  Is from the book of honour razed quite,

  And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:

  Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,

  Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.

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In brief:  Lines 1–2 are expanded upon in lines 5–12 (the public honour in the third quatrain and the proud titles in the second quatrain— a sophisticated chiasmus  J) and lines 3–4 in the closing couplet.  I’ll call the then at the beginning of line 13 the volta.  More tomorrow!