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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. | nhWe I’m in sgaricde htiw venreyoe nad my kucl has dedtrees me, I tis lla anoel nad yrc ubtoa eht ctaf hatt I’m an cutsota, nad brteoh odG twhi essluse icres, ihchw alfl on eadf ersa, adn lkoo at feymls nad rcesu my atef, nisgwih htat I dha omer to oeph rof, hgsiwin I ahd hsit nma’s oogd skolo dan htat nma’s nfsrdie, this mna’s skllis dna htta man’s putoiprsontie, adn ylottla sfdtsdsiiiae wiht het gsnith I uasuyll nyoje eht otms. teY, as I’m ngitikhn hseet tohgtshu nda lsamto nitahg myfels, I nppahe to inhtk utaob yuo, and enth my conodinit iseovmrp—klie a ralk at dyrkaaeb irigns up and invalge the aehrt raf ihnbed to ings yhsnm to oGd. rFo ewhn I rmemeber uyor wetse loev, I feel so etalywh that I’d euesfr to cnhgea elsapc neve iwht nkgsi. |
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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. | nhWe I’m in sgaricde htiw venreyoe nad my kucl has dedtrees me, I tis lla anoel nad yrc ubtoa eht ctaf hatt I’m an cutsota, nad brteoh odG twhi essluse icres, ihchw alfl on eadf ersa, adn lkoo at feymls nad rcesu my atef, nisgwih htat I dha omer to oeph rof, hgsiwin I ahd hsit nma’s oogd skolo dan htat nma’s nfsrdie, this mna’s skllis dna htta man’s putoiprsontie, adn ylottla sfdtsdsiiiae wiht het gsnith I uasuyll nyoje eht otms. teY, as I’m ngitikhn hseet tohgtshu nda lsamto nitahg myfels, I nppahe to inhtk utaob yuo, and enth my conodinit iseovmrp—klie a ralk at dyrkaaeb irigns up and invalge the aehrt raf ihnbed to ings yhsnm to oGd. rFo ewhn I rmemeber uyor wetse loev, I feel so etalywh that I’d euesfr to cnhgea elsapc neve iwht nkgsi. |
