Georgia Stitt
sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and menâs 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,
Featurâd like him, like him with friends possessâd,
Desiring this manâs art and that manâs 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 heavenâs gate;
For thy sweet love rememberâd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.