'For thy sweet love remembered,such wealth brings..."

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my botless cries,
And look upon myself,and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him,like him with friends possess'd,
Desireing this man's art,and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,_and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day raising
from sullen earth) sings hymns at the heaven's gate:
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That I scorn to change my state with the kings'.

Shakespeare's 29th Sonnet.