Tom: D
D Em Asus4 A
D Em A D
D Em Asus4 A
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
D Em A D
I all alone beweep my outcast state
D Em Asus4 A
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
D Em A D
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
D Em Asus4 A
Mmm...
D Em A D
Mmm...
D Dm7 Em7/D A7
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
D Dm7 Em7/D A
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
D Dm7 Em7/D A7
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
D Dm7 Em7/D D
With what I most enjoy contented least;
D Em Asus4 A
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
D Em A D
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
D Em Asus4 A
Like to the lark at break of day arising
D Em A D
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
D
D Em D Em C D A D
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
Dmaj7 D7 Em A A7 D G D
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
D Em Asus4 A
D Em A D
