Shakespear sonnet XXIX
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
When, in disgrace with fortune and man'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 contend least
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Happly 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 love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXIX.
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 contend least
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Happly 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 love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXIX.
