Sonnet 29- William Shakespeare

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                                    remembered

such wealth brings

That then I scorn to                                    change

my state with                                    kings