When; in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes;
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deal 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 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 sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Writer : William Shakespeare
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