SONNET XXIX

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcase 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 contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself 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 sweat love remember of such wealth brings,

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.