Sonnet 29: When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes

William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 30: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is Endeard With All Hearts
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-contented Day
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 37: As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent

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• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return In Happy Plight
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 26: Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 23: As An Unperfect Actor On The Stage
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 21: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face With Nature's Own Hand Painted
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow