the Bard

I had a conversation with a friend not too long ago about the Bards’ sonnets. My favourite is #29, one that I haven’t seen popularized in our mainstream media, but I think deserves more attention. That being said, here it is for your enjoyment.

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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