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| When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heav'n 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’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 remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. | heWn I’m in iacergds thiw ryevnoee nda my lcku sha erteesdd me, I ist lla naleo adn ryc abotu het tcfa ttah I’m an ctuasto, adn rbeoth oGd hiwt esseslu serci, wichh llaf on afde easr, nad oklo at mysfel nda surec my etaf, wihnsig htta I adh emro to opeh ofr, ihiwsgn I had ihst amn’s dgoo slkoo nad ahtt nam’s ernidfs, siht nma’s lklsis and htta nma’s tpsiuepoornit, and lylatto dtdisiiefssa whit hte igsnht I uulyals noyje the toms. Yet, as I’m tnknhiig eehts suthoght and aotmsl ghaint sleyfm, I eapphn to iknth uaotb oyu, and htne my ncoodntii rismpove—eilk a krla at abekrady nigsir up and ievgnla the retah far nihdbe to insg shynm to oGd. For hewn I beeerrmm uyro seewt olev, I eefl so eythlwa tath I’d fursee to gecahn celasp even ihwt signk. |
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| When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heav'n 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’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 remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. | heWn I’m in iacergds thiw ryevnoee nda my lcku sha erteesdd me, I ist lla naleo adn ryc abotu het tcfa ttah I’m an ctuasto, adn rbeoth oGd hiwt esseslu serci, wichh llaf on afde easr, nad oklo at mysfel nda surec my etaf, wihnsig htta I adh emro to opeh ofr, ihiwsgn I had ihst amn’s dgoo slkoo nad ahtt nam’s ernidfs, siht nma’s lklsis and htta nma’s tpsiuepoornit, and lylatto dtdisiiefssa whit hte igsnht I uulyals noyje the toms. Yet, as I’m tnknhiig eehts suthoght and aotmsl ghaint sleyfm, I eapphn to iknth uaotb oyu, and htne my ncoodntii rismpove—eilk a krla at abekrady nigsir up and ievgnla the retah far nihdbe to insg shynm to oGd. For hewn I beeerrmm uyro seewt olev, I eefl so eythlwa tath I’d fursee to gecahn celasp even ihwt signk. |
