I love Shakespeare. Like, absolutely ADORE Shakespeare. I've read nearly all his plays, and I've been slowly making my way through his sonnets for a while now. I came across one tonight, however, that I've officially fallen in love with and dubbed my favorite:
Sonnet #29
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 possessed,
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 I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
I came across this in a song by Rufus Wainwright, "When, in disgrace with fortune in mens eyes", which is a beautiful representation of the sonnet.
Hope it provides some inspiration.
Also, my condolences and prayers go to my best friend Kitty, who found out today that her wonderful dog Lucky has cancer. So sorry, Honey.
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