Tritonus

(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)