Sonnet #29

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Sonnet #29

XXIX.

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.

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[dramasnot6]

So powerful and yet so simple...
Love is the greatest solace available to man.

[Deane]

My favourite!

[nancybella]

Love will set you free, I guess. As true four hundred years ago as it is today.

That reads very much like a prayer. It's very much a humble request at the start, I think; the saving love he recalls at the end isn't there at the start. It's a prayer: there is a plea, and then an answer. There are tears, and they are dried at the end of the poem.

[chris_eriksson]

Have read this one many times for comfort.