(Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare, read by Bertram Selwyn) | |
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 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 | |
(Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare, read by Bertram Selwyn) | |
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry | |
As, to behold desert, a beggar born | |
And needy nothing trimm´d in jollity | |
And purest faith unhappily forsworn | |
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced | |
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted | |
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced | |
And strength by limping sway disabled | |
And art made tongue-tied by authority | |
And folly doctor-like controlling skill | |
And simple truth miscall´d simplicity | |
And captive good attending captain ill | |
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone | |
Save that, to die | |
(I leave my love alone) |
Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare, read by Bertram Selwyn | |
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 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 | |
Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare, read by Bertram Selwyn | |
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry | |
As, to behold desert, a beggar born | |
And needy nothing trimm d in jollity | |
And purest faith unhappily forsworn | |
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced | |
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted | |
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced | |
And strength by limping sway disabled | |
And art made tonguetied by authority | |
And folly doctorlike controlling skill | |
And simple truth miscall d simplicity | |
And captive good attending captain ill | |
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone | |
Save that, to die | |
I leave my love alone |
Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare, read by Bertram Selwyn | |
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 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 | |
Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare, read by Bertram Selwyn | |
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry | |
As, to behold desert, a beggar born | |
And needy nothing trimm d in jollity | |
And purest faith unhappily forsworn | |
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced | |
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted | |
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced | |
And strength by limping sway disabled | |
And art made tonguetied by authority | |
And folly doctorlike controlling skill | |
And simple truth miscall d simplicity | |
And captive good attending captain ill | |
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone | |
Save that, to die | |
I leave my love alone |