Lines On Melancholy Transforming Into Truth

When, in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes, I all alone bemoan my forlorn state; and curse myself, as one whom men despise. As a youth, melancholic and unwise, I felt eternal gloom to be my fate (when in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes), as one to never again wake or rise; but despair to the end (and terminate), cursing myself as one whom men despise. But I forswore this gloom, this hasty demise! For sorrow and woe can God mitigate, when in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes. So long as I have breath to daily rise, so long as I have lines to dedicate: I'll not curse myself, as one whom men despise. If I have never writ, nor men devised, then none have known this Truth that's animate when (in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes) I once cursed myself, as one whom men despised.