| 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, | 5 |
| Featur’d 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, | 10 |
| 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. |