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