Speaking clearly. Improving voice and articulation: Фонетический практикум. Фомиченко Л.Г. - 45 стр.

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                      Sonnet XCI
                                          William Shakespeare
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force,
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest;
But these particulars are not my measure;
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost,
Of more delight than hawks or horses be,
And, having thee, of all men’s pride I boast.
       Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
       All this away and me most wretched make.

                            If
                                                Rudyard Ki pling
If you can keep your head when all about you
       Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
       But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
       Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
       And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
       If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
       And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
       Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken
       And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
       And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
       And never breathe a word about your loss;