"In Nature there's no blemish but the mind,
None can be called deformed but the unkind"

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 possessed

Desiring this man’s art and that man scope

With what 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 remembered such wealth brings,

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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