Sonnet 29. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

I all alone beweep my outcast state

And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries

And look upon myself and curse my fate

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope

Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd

Desiring this man's art and that man's scope

With what I most enjoy contented least;