Shakespeare's Sonnet 29

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyesI all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless 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,Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,With what I most enjoy contented least;Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state,Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth bringsThat then I scorn to change my state with kings.

When luck goes against me and people look down on me, I cry alone over my outcast condition. I trouble heaven, which will not listen, with my useless cries. I look at myself and curse my fate, wishing I were like someone with brighter hopes, had that man's looks or that man's friends. I want one man's skill and another's range of opportunities, finding the least satisfaction in what I usually enjoy most. Yet, as these thoughts bring me close to despising myself, I happen to think of you. Then my spirits rise like a lark at daybreak, lifting from the gloomy earth to sing hymns at heaven's gate. Remembering your sweet love brings such wealth that I would not trade my place with kings.