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<h1>THE SONNETS</h1>
<h2 class="no-break">by William Shakespeare</h2>
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<h2>XXIX</h2>
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When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes<br/>
I all alone beweep my outcast state,<br/>
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,<br/>
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,<br/>
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,<br/>
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,<br/>
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,<br/>
With what I most enjoy contented least;<br/>
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,<br/>
Haply I think on thee,-- and then my state,<br/>
Like to the lark at break of day arising<br/>
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;<br/>
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings<br/>
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.<br/></p>
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