Shakespeare’s Sonnets

Shakespeare’s Sonnets

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Shakespeare’s Sonnets episodes

  • Sonnet 064: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
    When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
    The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
    When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
    And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
    When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
    Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
    And the firm soil win of the watery main,
    Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
    When I have seen such interchange of state,
    Or state itself confounded to decay;
    Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
    That Time will come and take my love away.
    This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
    But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    19 min
  • Sonnet 063: Against my love shall be, as I am now
    Against my love shall be, as I am now,
    With Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’er-worn;
    When hours have drain’d his blood and fill’d his brow
    With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
    Hath travell’d on to age’s steepy night,
    And all those beauties whereof now he’s king
    Are vanishing or vanish’d out of sight,
    Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
    For such a time do I now fortify
    Against confounding age’s cruel knife,
    That he shall never cut from memory
    My sweet love’s beauty, though my lover’s life:
    His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
    And they shall live, and he in them still green.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    29 min
  • Sonnet 062: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
    Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
    And all my soul, and all my every part;
    And for this sin there is no remedy,
    It is so grounded inward in my heart.
    Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
    No shape so true, no truth of such account,
    And for myself mine own worth do define,
    As I all other in all worths surmount.
    But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
    Beated and chopped with tanned antiquity,
    Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
    Self so self-loving were iniquity.
    ‘Tis thee (my self) that for myself I praise,
    Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    18 min
  • Sonnet 061: Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
    Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
    My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
    Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
    While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
    Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee
    So far from home into my deeds to pry,
    To find out shames and idle hours in me,
    The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
    O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
    It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
    Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
    To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
    For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
    From me far off, with others all too near.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    17 min
  • Sonnet 060: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
    Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
    So do our minutes hasten to their end;
    Each changing place with that which goes before,
    In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
    Nativity, once in the main of light,
    Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
    Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
    And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
    Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
    And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
    Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
    And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
    And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
    Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    25 min
  • Sonnet 059: If there be nothing new, but that which is
    If there be nothing new, but that which is
    Hath been before, how are our brains beguil’d,
    Which labouring for invention bear amiss
    The second burthen of a former child.
    Oh that record could with a backward look,
    Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
    Show me your image in some antique book,
    Since mind at first in character was done,
    That I might see what the old world could say
    To this composed wonder of your frame;
    Whether we are mended, or where better they,
    Or whether revolution be the same.
    Oh sure I am the wits of former days,
    To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    25 min
  • Sonnet 058: That god forbid, that made me first your slave
    That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
    I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
    Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
    Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
    O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
    The imprison’d absence of your liberty;
    And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
    Without accusing you of injury.
    Be where you list, your charter is so strong
    That you yourself may privilege your time
    To what you will; to you it doth belong
    Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
    I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
    Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    19 min
  • Sonnet 057: Being your slave what should I do but tend
    Being your slave what should I do but tend
    Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
    I have no precious time at all to spend;
    Nor services to do, till you require.
    Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
    Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
    Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
    When you have bid your servant once adieu;
    Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
    Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
    But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
    Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love, that in your will,
    Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    18 min
  • Sonnet 056: Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
    Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
    Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
    Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,
    To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
    So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
    Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
    To-morrow see again, and do not kill
    The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.
    Let this sad interim like the ocean be
    Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
    Come daily to the banks, that when they see
    Return of love, more blest may be the view;
    As call it winter, which being full of care,
    Makes summer’s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    27 min
  • Sonnet 055: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
    Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
    Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
    But you shall shine more bright in these contents
    Than unswept stone besmear’d with sluttish time.
    When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
    And broils root out the work of masonry,
    Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn
    The living record of your memory.
    ‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
    Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
    Even in the eyes of all posterity
    That wear this world out to the ending doom.
    So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
    You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.
    William Shakespeare

    Presenters

    Mark Chatterley
    Thierry Heles
    22 min

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The 154 sonnets that Shakespeare penned are some of the most famous in the world. But have you ever heard them all? This podcast series will take you through them one by one in easy 15 minute…