When, In Disgrace With Fortune and Men's Eyes
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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.
Insights...
Grasping the inner nature of things intuitively.
