Лезли Крэбтри


Sonnet XXIX

		William Shakespeare

	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 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.