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Sonnet 29

by

William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And touble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me 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 myslf 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.