| 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 my self and curse my fate, | |
| Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, | 5 |
| 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 my self almost despising, | |
| Haply I think on thee, and then my state, | 10 |
| (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. | |