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Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
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.
Actor, dramatist, and poet, William Shakespeare (1564-1616) is the most highly regarded writer in . . . MORE »
More Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet CXI: O, for my Sake do you with Fortune Chide
Sonnet CXLIV: Two loves I have of comfort and despair
Sonnet XXXII: If thou Survive my Well-contented Day
Sonnet XCIV: They that have Power to Hurt and will do None
Sonnet LXXXVII: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
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