When in disgrace with fortune in men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble theth heaven with my boutless 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 possesed
Desiring this man's art and this man's scope
With what I most enjoy contented least
Yet in this thought myself almost despising
Happ'ly i think on thee, and then,
My state like to the lurk of break of day
Arising from sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate
For thy sweet love remebered such wealth brings
And then, I scorn to change my state with kings.