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     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 possest,

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

     With what I most enjoy contented least;

     Yet in these thoughts my self 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.