Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
William Shakespeare XII. A ConsolationW
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate;
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;
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;
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.