When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, <br />I all alone beweep my outcast state, <br />And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, <br />And look upon myself and curse my fate, <br />Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, <br />Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, <br />Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, <br />With what I most enjoy contented least; <br />Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, <br />Haply I think on thee, and then my state, <br />Like to the lark at break of day arising <br />From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; <br /> For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings <br /> That then I scorn to change my state with kings.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-29-when-in-disgrace-with-fortune-and-men/
