![]() ![]() Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,īut, with these thoughts – almost despising myself, ![]() I am least contented with what I used to enjoy most. Wishing I had this man's skill and that man's freedom. Wishing I looked like him wishing I were surrounded by friends,ĭesiring this man's art and that man's scope, Wishing I were like one who had more hope,įeatured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, When I've fallen out of favor with fortune and men,Īll alone I weep over my position as a social outcast,Īnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,Īnd pray to heaven, but my cries go unheard, When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, ![]()
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