Am I of no account in artists' eyes? after Sonnet 29 ("When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes")

Am I of no account in artists' eyes,
That they should cavalierly pass on me
And our association thus despise;
Could such a talent, such an asshole be?
Is wishing him to show me how he plumbs
Our deep desires, the finest flattery?
Am I thinking wishfully, or just dumb
To wish his silence on dead batteries?
Perhaps I was a fool to think at all
That he might think me more than just a "date";
The cherry blossoms unto Earth doth fall,
The sullen sky doth reflect my sad state..
THE AUTHOR HERE ADVISETH YE TO DUCK
AND COVER NOW, ERE DRAEGOS RUNS AMOK.


(Apologies to William Shakespeare)

Sonnet 29

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 possesed,
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,
Happily 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 remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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