Unperfect Actor (Sonnet 23) - Rufus Wainwright/Helena Bonham Carter.mp3

[00:06.44]As an unperfect actor on the stage,
[00:09.90]Who with his fear is put besides his part,
[00:14.35]Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
[00:18.84]Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
[00:22.98]So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
[00:28.08]The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
[00:31.84]And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
[00:36.73]O’ercharged with burthen of mine own love’s might.
[00:42.18]O, let my books be then the eloquence
[00:46.32]And dumb presagers of my speaking breast;
[00:49.87]Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
[00:54.62]More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
[01:01.04]O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
[01:04.98]To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
[01:12.72]
[01:26.78]As an unperfect actor on the stage,
[01:33.64]Who with his fear is put besides his part,
[01:40.52]Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
[01:47.47]Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
[01:54.49]So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
[02:01.39]The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
[02:06.55]
[02:08.31]And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
[02:15.26]O’ercharged with burthen of mine own love’s might.
[02:21.48]
[02:22.11]As an unperfect actor on the stage,
[02:28.89]Who with his fear is put besides his part,
[02:35.63]Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
[02:42.95]Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
[02:48.09]
[02:49.50]So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
[02:56.74]The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
[03:01.43]
[03:03.55]And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
[03:10.67]O’ercharged with burthen of mine own love’s might.
[03:17.25]As an unperfect actor on the stage,
[03:24.01]Who with his fear is put besides his part,
[03:28.82]
[03:31.16]Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
[03:38.14]Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
[03:42.67]
[03:45.14]So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
[03:51.87]The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
[03:56.89]
[03:58.90]And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
[04:05.86]O’ercharged with burthen of mine own love’s might.
[04:12.28]
[04:12.64]O, let my books be then the eloquence
[04:19.56]And dumb presagers of my speaking breast;
[04:27.12]Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
[04:33.20]More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
[04:45.72]O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
[04:53.22]
[04:58.91]To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
[05:07.96]
[05:13.34]O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
[05:21.66]
[05:27.01]To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
[05:36.80]