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When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,

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I all alone beweep my outcast state

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And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

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And look upon myself and curse my fate,

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Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

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Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,

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Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,

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With what I most enjoy contented least;

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Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

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Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

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Like to the lark at break of day arising

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From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

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For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings

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That then I scorn to change my state with kings.