When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes(when people look down on him he becomes very sad and cries by himself.)
I all alone beweep my outcast state,(he gets so sad he cries when he is left alone.)
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,(he send sprayers to someone above to make his life better.)
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;(wishing he was better in every aspect, but even stuff he loves most doesn't make him happy.)
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state,Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth sings hymns at heaven’s gat(whenever he hates himself he thinks of you and feels like a bird when winds takes them away from their flights)
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth bringThat then I scorn to change my state with kings.(he would rather love over royalty because it makes him happier)