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,
Featur'd 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.
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Comments2WOW, THIS REALLY GOT ME THINKING ABOUT THE THINGS THAT TRULY MATTER IN LIFE. ITS CRAZY HOW THOUGHTS CAN CHANGE YOUR MOOD. SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA LOOK AT WHAT YOU GOT, NOT WHAT YOU DON'T!
This line, "Like to the lark at break of day arising, From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate," is incredibly uplifting. Just shows there's hope even in hard times!