SONNET 29 |
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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 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 heaven's gate; |
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings |
That then I scorn to change my state with kings. |
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Shakespeare Knew Everything
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