Sonnet Xxix

William Shakespeare

     When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
     I all alone beweep my outcast state
     And trouble deal 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 possess'd,
     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 remember'd such wealth brings
     That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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