Sonnet XXIX

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 pos-
            sess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's
            scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despis-
            ing,
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.

                       ~ William Shakespeare