He’s the star of Star Trek: Picard, but did you also know Sir Patrick Stewart is also a classically trained actor who has performed Shakespeare on Broadway and London’s West End?
Now, for a few soothing moments each day, you can tune in to social media to watch and listen to Stewart reading the sonnets of William Shakespeare.
Stewart appears each day from his living room, dressed casually and comfortably, like he’s just here to hang out with you.
This doesn’t seem to be a live event with a set time. It looks more like a daily upload, under the hashtag #ASonnetADay, which you can follow.
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Stream Star Trek: Picard for FREE!
Season One of Star Trek: Picard is now available to stream for free on CBS All Access. You can watch on a web browser, or through most streaming devices — including a smart TV, Roku, Chromecast, or Fire Stick.
You’ll need to create an account at CBS.com — and unfortunately it looks like you’ll have to fill in the billing section with your credit card info, and remember to cancel before the end of a 30-day free trial.
Just enter the promo code GIFT during the sign-up process to get access without having to pay for the first month. It isn’t clear whether only the Picard series is unlocked, or if you have access to everything for a month.
The promo code is said to be good through April 23rd, so don’t wait too long!
Read the sonnets of Shakespeare and others for free
Check out this archive of sonnets from Shakespeare and others.
Or just read two of our favorites, below.
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter’d weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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