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 /> Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd, <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 remember'd 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/sonnets-xxix-when-in-disgrace-with-fortune-and-m/
