when in disgrace

with fortune and

mens eyes i

all alone beweep

my outkast 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 possessed

desiring this mans

lot and that

mans scope with

what i most

enjoy contented least

desiring death yet

in these thoughts

myself almost despising

haply i think

on thee and

then my state

like to lark

to break of

day rising from

sullen earth sings

hymns at heavens

gate for thy

sweet love remembered

such wealth brings

that then i

scorn to change

my state with

kings there is

imitation even in

archangels yet we

are all unique

precious in your

own skin