Shakespeare Sonnet 48
Shakespeare Sonnet 48 (XLVIII) Text
Enjoy Shakespeare Sonnet 48 (XLVIII) in nature. Listen to the Sonnet whilst watching a nature scene video to help you learn the sonnet in a relaxing environment with nature sounds to help provide a calming atmosphere.
Here’s the text of Shakespeare Sonnet 48 (XLVIII):
How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou, best of dearest and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock’d up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol’n, I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
Shakespeare Sonnet 48 (XLVIII) Video
This is a 1 minute video in which Shakespeare 48 (XLVIII) is spoken in a nature scene.