Lyrics
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
Happy 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 remembered, such, wealth, brings
That then I scorn to change, my state, with kings