 Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Alan Clare How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign consent shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when cloud do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of Poet This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Brad Powers How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in consent shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of Poem This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Gemma Blythe How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in consent shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of Poem This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by James Gladwyn August 30th, Somerset, England How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in consent shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of Poem This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in consent shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of Poem This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Kevin Winter How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in constant shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of the reading This is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in constant shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of poem This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Mickey Fulmar www.volunteerevolution.org How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in constant shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of poem This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Mary Mack How can I then return in happy plight that I'm debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in constant shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter I the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of poem This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Cebella Denton How can I then return in happy plight that I am debarred the benefit of rest but when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in constant shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so I flatter the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of poem This recording is in the public domain Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org by Squidwash Llycova How can I then return in happy plight that I am debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in constant shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so I flatter the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even and day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of poem This recording is in the public domain How can I then return in happy plight that I am debarred the benefit of rest when day's oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each, though enemies to either's reign do in constant shake hands to torture me the one by toil, the other to complain how far I toil still farther off from thee I tell the day to please him, thou art bright and dust him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so I flatter the swat complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not, thou guilt'st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make greets length seem stronger End of poem