-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 lest
Yet in these thoughts
myself almost despising
Haply I think of 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 I scorn to change
my state with kings
-Sonnet 66
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 strenght 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)
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 lest
Yet in these thoughts
myself almost despising
Haply I think of 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 I scorn to change
my state with kings
-Sonnet 66
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 strenght 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)