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Sonnet 29
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 possessed, 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 remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
When I'm unlucky and others look down on me, I cry alone about being an outsider, And call out to the silent heavens with useless cries, And look at myself and curse my fate, Wishing I were like someone more hopeful, Looking like him, with friends like him, Wanting this man's skill and that man's chance, Finding little joy in what I usually enjoy; Yet in these thoughts, almost hating myself, By chance, I think of you, and then my situation, Like a lark rising at dawn From the gloomy earth, sings songs at heaven's gate; For remembering your sweet love brings such wealth That I wouldn't trade my situation with kings.