Some days working for Mr. Shakespeare really pays off –in my heart if not my check book.
In a pile of papers on my desk this morning I found this, and felt that it summed up how I’ve felt in the last few days and weeks. I’m very grateful for the love of a good man:
When in disgrace with fortune and in 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 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 of praise at heaven’s gate
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.