One of my favourite poems!

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.

I wasn’t sure what to blog about today and so I decided to share one of my favourite poems.  It’s sonnet twenty-nine by William Shakespeare.  Enjoy!