When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

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 possessed

Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts my self 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 remembered such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings