(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)