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,
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 at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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About Stuart
Previously I was a Business Operations professional working for various companies for the past 30 yeas or so. I have always had a keen interest in history, philosophy, spirituality and religion. This is my first blog/website attempt, and contains information I have gleaned from the many presentations, articles, business literature and presentations, books, magazines and personal conversations I have been exposed to on those many many subjects. With a renewed commitment to writing as a serious career, my goal is in getting my work published and recognized by a wider audience. You can leave comments at my website at http://reflexionssite.com/ or e-mail me at stko98@hotmail.com.
