SONNET
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When,
in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I
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,
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;
Yet
in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply
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