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

    7. Sonnet 29- William Shakespeare