When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men’s Eyes

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

Happily I think on thee

And then my state

Like the lark at the break of day arising

From sullen earth sings hymns

At heaven’s gate

Thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

I scorn to change my state with kings

Thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

I scorn to change my state with kings

I scorn to change my state with kings

I scorn to change my state