Sonnet
29
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.
