Sonnets ii

 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 possest, 
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 rememb'red such wealth brings 
 That then I scorn to change my state with Kings.

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