| • | Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises - Joseph Fieness |
| • | Live With Me and Be My Love - Annie Lennox |
| • | As an unperfect actor on the stage - John Gielgud |
| • | My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun - Alan Rickman |
| • | Why is my verse so barren of new pride - Diana Rigg |
| • | Who will believe my verse in time to come - Richard Attenborough |
| • | That you were once unkind befriends me now - Paul Rhys |
| • | How oft, when thou, my music - Juliet Stevenson |
| • | When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes - Rufus Wainwright |
| • | Being your slave, what should I do but tend - Janet McTeer |
| • | Tired with all these, for restful death I cry - Alan Bates |
| • | When I consider everything that grows - Marianne Jean-Baptiste |
| • | Let those who are in favour with their stars - David Warner |
| • | They that have power to hurt and will do none - Sian Phillips |
| • | Those lips that Love's own hand did make - John Hurt |
| • | Come again sweet love (John Dowland) - John Potter |
| • | Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame - Ralph Fiennes |
| • | Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me - Matthew Rhys |
| • | I never saw that you did painting need - Imelda Staunton |
| • | When to the sessions of sweet silent thought - Kenneth Branagh |
| • | It is thy will thy image should keep open - Fiona Shaw |
| • | Mine eye and heart are at mortal war - Henry Goodman |
| • | No more be grieved at that which thou hast done - Keb' Mo' |
| • | O never say that I was false of heart - Susannah York |
| • | Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest - Timothy Spall |
| • | Some glory in their birth, some in their skill - Peter Barkworth |
| • | How heavy do I journey on the way - Gemma Jones |
| • | Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea - Jonathan Pryce |
| • | Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore - Richard Wilson |
| • | The quality of mercy is not straines - Des'ree |
| • | Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said - Tom Courtnay |
| • | Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind - Zoe Waites |
| • | Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press - Edward Fox |
| • | It is for fear to wet a widow's eye - Trevor Eve |
| • | So it is not with me as with that Muse - Imogen Stubbs |
| • | Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws - David Harewood |
| • | The Willow Song - Barbara Bonney |
| • | When my love swears that she is made of truth - Richard Johnson |
| • | When I do count the clock that tells the time - Martin Jarvis |
| • | What potions have I drunk of siren tears - Roger Hammond |
| • | Not marble nor the gilded monuments - Richard Briers |
| • | Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye - John Sessions |
| • | Let me not to the marriage of true minds - Thelma Holt |
| • | Music to hear, why hearst thou music sadly - Ladysmith Black Mambazo |
| • | When forty winters shall besiege thy brow - Caroline Blakiston |
| • | No longer mourn for me when I am dead - Peter Bowles |
| • | Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate - Sylvia Syms |
| • | Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day - Robert Lindsay |
| • | Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck - Ioan Gruffudd |
| • | My love is as a fever, longing still - John Hurt |
| • | The little Love-God lying once asleep - Bohdan Poraj |
| • | Shall I compare thee to a summer's day - Bryan Ferry |
| • | Our revels are now ended - Joseph Fiennes |
