Sonnet 100 (29 + 71)
• Written by TimMammary
TimMammary's Notes
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 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 rememb'red such wealth brings
That then null
Disrespected like Parents,
Rejected by Brethren,
Disconnected by Heaven - Never Let In,
Dejected, Wretched Adolescent,
Subjected to Deception,
Regretting my Conception,
Suspected by Lieutenants,
Beheaded where I'm Destine,
Unaccepted by Peasants,
Descended to depths like Sediment,
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TimMammary
Member since March 21 2015