莎士比亚情诗

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now - Maxine Peake

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed - Anne-Marie Piazza

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not - Tom Mison

Two loves I have of comfort and despair - Tom Mison

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse - Anton Lesser

What is your substance, whereof are you made - Stella Gonet

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow - David Tennant

When I do count the clock that tells the time - Bertie Carvel

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes - David Timson

When in the chronicle of wasted time - Maxine Peake

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought - Stella Gonet

Who will believe my verse in time to come - David Tennant

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill - Roy McMillan

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all - Stella Gonet

That thou hast her it is not all my grief - Alex Jennings

That time of year thou mayst in me behold - Anton Lesser

That you were once unkind befriends me now - Trevor White

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame - Jonathan Keeble

The forward violet thus did I chide - Maxine Peake

The little Love-god lying once asleep - David Tennant

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface - Bertie Carvel

They that have power to hurt, and will do none - Roy McMillan

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view - Benjamin Soames

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits - Alex Jennings

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes - Tom Mison

Thy bossom is endeared with all hearts - Stella Gonet

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd - Trevor White

To me, fair friend, you never can be old - Juliet Stevenson

My love is as a fever longing still - Maxine Peake

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun - Gunnar Cauthry