When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf 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.
I am a poor person being watched.
Alone, I cry out my feelings
and heaven doesn’t hear me.
When I look at myself, I look away.
I wish for hope, a better face, more friends,
talent, and power.
But when I hate myself,
I happily think about you and my feelings change,
just like a lark singing in the morning.
For the love you bring,
I wouldn’t change places with a king.
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