Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29

I love Shakespeare’s sonnets. Every one of them written in perfect Elizabethan rhyme scheme in perfect iambic pentameter. Which is your favorite sonnet? Here’s Sonnet 29 that has always meant a lot to me, more so these days for some reason.

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 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 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 remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings’.

I found the sonnet online here: