Sonnet 29- William Shakespeare

1. Yet in these thoughts myself almost

   despising,

2. Haply I think on thee, and then my

   state,

3. Like to the lark at

   b r e a k

   of day arising


4. From sullen earth sings

   Hymns

   at heaven’s gate;


5. For thy sweet

   love

   remembered such wealth brings


6. That then I

   scorn

   to change my state with kings