Sonnet 29 Word Scramble

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 my self
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
my self almost despising
Haply I think on thee
and then my state
like to the lark
at break of day arising
form 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