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Sonnet 29

I Love this Sonnet, as it shows Shakespeare, like so many of us, longing to be more than he is; yearning to have more than he has, unsatisfied and disillusioned, until he remembers Love. Love of whom, we do not know, although it could be a woman and it could also be God. Whichever, however, it is a beautiful reminder that we always have LOVE to make us more than we ever dream we are or could be.

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.

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