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
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
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at haven's gate
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings