When, in disgrace with and men's eyes,
I all beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless
And look upon and curse my ,
Wishing me to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most contented least;
Yet in these myself almost despising,
Haply I on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at of arising
From sullen , sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet remember'd such wealth
