When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyesI alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friend possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope
With what I enjoy contentended 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
Though Michael might be right and you would rather like to remain obscure, I cannot quite get myself to grant this wish...
Happy Birthday
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