【英文原著类】The Shakespearian Sonnets(莎士比亚十四行诗).pdf

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William Shakespeare

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1 From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose
might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir
might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where
abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art
now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in
niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due,
by the grave and thee.
2 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
tattered 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 deserved 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 ession thine. This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, Now is the time
that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not
renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is
she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or
who is he so fond will be the tomb, Of his self-love to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of
her prime, So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of
wrinkles this thy golden time. But if thou live remembered not to be, Die
single and thine image dies with thee.
4 Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend, Upon thy self thy
beauty's