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