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English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

William Shakespeare

109. Twenty-ninth Sonnet

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 possest,

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 sweet love remember’d, such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.