English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
William Shakespeare
109. Twenty-ninth Sonnet
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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
For thy sweet love remember’d, such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.