For Thy Sweet Love Remembered
When, in disgrace with fortune and menï¿½s 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 manï¿½s art and that manï¿½s 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 heavenï¿½s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
William Shakespeare, in 'Sonnets (29)'