This sonnet is dedicated to my long suffering and supportive wife, Dawn. She continues to support me as I struggle to find any sort of enjoyment or satisfaction with my job. I know it must be hard to hear me in such despair about how my work is going, but she always has words of wisdom and love and helps me carry on.
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 rememb'red such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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