My Favourite Sonnet So Far...
| 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 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, |
| 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. |
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