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| When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes | 1 |
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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, | 5 |
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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 my self almost despising, |
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| Haply I think on thee,—and then my state, | 10 |
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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. |
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