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 possessed,
Desiring like this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Happily, I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising from my sullen earth)
sings hymns and heaven's gate,
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
that then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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It first starts with a man who lusts for one's immense fortune,
fame, and hits powers to appoint anything at his own will.
He feels neglected and disgusted of his position.
He wishes to be like one.
He thinks of how it would feel to be placed as a royalty;
"Wishing me like 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 enjoyed contented least."
Then he turns to that unique one.
(I'm figuring a loved one).
Thereupon, he feels blissful and fortunate enough then
to be positioned as a king. He disdains himself to be
even thinking of such ridiculous concept.
I found this poem romantic, heart-warming, positive
and sweet. Shakespeare often reveals both dark and light
sides upon the situations. I haven't yet discovered much
negative point of view, but instead, exposed more toward
contenting, loving and positive angle.
For the love of my life, James Halligan
