| Lyrics: | When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And
trouble deal 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
possess'd,
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 remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change
my state with kings. |
