I remember a Professor of mine at UCLA telling the class that if Shakespeare had not written a single play, he would still be regarded as the greatest writer of his time based simply on the strength of his one-hundred and fifty-four sonnets. Sonnet twenty-nine is evidence I’d submit in support of that claim.


Sonnet XXIX

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,

Featur’d 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,

Happly 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.


William Shakespeare  (1595 approximate date of writing)


2 Responses to My Favorite Shakespearean Sonnet

  1. Nigel Crompton says:

    This is a very beautiful sonnet.

  2. Dasher says:

    Envy is a bitch! btw, I read in the news that they may go to his grave to look for evidence that he smoked pot, evidently a common plant in England at the time. But its all moot.. a wide beared man told me that Shakespear was “ghost-written” by a nobleman..


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