SONNET 29
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.
be happy with what you have, what you have been given. this will lift away all your sorrows.
DO YOU LOVE ME?
OR DO YOU NOT?
YOU TOLD ME ONCE
BUT I FORGOT
I ASKED MY FRIENDS
THEY SAID YOU DO
BUT THEY’RE ALL HIGH
I HOPE IT’S TRUE
Take Care.
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