[Verse] 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 Featur'd 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 haven's gate For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings