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.

-- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 25 (1609)

My initial attempt at the third of the three great political generals in EDH (in my opinion). Burn, choices, and waiting.