Second Fulfillment

[saffronhare]

By request: Sonnets of William Shakespeare, Sonnet 147, with no particular alteration or characterization to my everyday voice except for speed and enunciation for your listening pleasure. This one just happened to catch my fancy today. Very convenient, how some of these voice posts can satisfy more than one request.

UPDATE: Up next...a little bit o'Deutsch (two posts, actually). Some of you freaks might want to arrange for some, er, private time. :)





My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Comments

[celticwhistlin.livejournal.com]

That's an interesting idea... I like that.