`` '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 possessed , desiring this man 's art , and that man 's scope , with what i most enjoy contented least ; yet in these thoughts my self 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 remembered such wealth brings that then i scorn to change my state with kings . ' ''