[1] When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
[2] I all alone beweep my outcast state
[3] And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
[4] And look upon myself and curse my fate,
[5] Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
[6] Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
[7] Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
[8] With what I most enjoy contented least;
[9] Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
[10] Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
[11] Like to the lark at break of day arising
[12] From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
[13] For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
[14] That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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