Sonnets 18, 29, 71, and 116. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate..." "...For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings." "No longer mourn for me when I am dead. Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell..." "...If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
—Production company " In the middle of the night"