When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
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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
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Featur'd like him, like him with friends posses'd
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Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope
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What with I most enjoy contented least
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Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
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Haply I think on thee - and then my state
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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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Sonnet 29 When in Disgrace With Fortune & Men's Eyes
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Rufus Wainwright |