Shall I compare this to a summer's day? Best not for summers lately have been grim. The soddin' rain it raineth every day, And lakes and rivers o'er flow their rim. The darling buds of May are nipped by frost, And darkest storm clouds overcast the sky. Work in the garden is love's labour lost, And only wellies keep our cold feet dry. But go indoors and huddle by the fire. Keep warm and listen to this CD play. Let notes from sackbut, harpsichord and lyre, And Shakespeare's sonnets take your cares away. So long as you've got volume that your ears can hear, Just sit and listen - while you drink a beer.