1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 29 

1	When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
2	I all alone beweep my outcast state,
3	And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
4	And look upon myself and curse my fate,
5	Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
6	Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
7	Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
8	With what I most enjoy contented least:
9	Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
10	Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
11	Like to the lark at break of day arising
12	From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate#
13	For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
14	That then I scorn to change my state with kings’.