SONNET 29

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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 POSSESSED,

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

FOR THY SWEET LOVE REMEMBERED SUCH WEALTH BRINGS

THAT THEN I SCORN TO CHANGE MY STATE WITH KINGS.