No. I've never failed British Literature, Michael Fassbender.
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When in disgrace with fortune and men's eye"s,
I all alone beweep my outcaste state.
And rouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
I look upon myself, and curse my fate.
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,
But what I most enjoy, consider least.
Yet, in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Happy I think on thee, and then my state,
And like to the lark in break of day arising,
From sullen earth sings gyms at heaven's gate.
For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings.
That I scorn to change my state with kings.
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