timeless

Of all my college books, about the only one that I pull back out from time to time is the Oxford Anthology of English Literature. Though I don't own one, I do also love the Little, Brown Handbook. And is there anyone who has not read the Elements of Style by William Strunk, Jr.? Anyhow, here's one piece from the anthology:

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

XXIX.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deal 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.