现代精致生活--经典的莎翁十四行诗与古典萨克斯风,何求? ≠paleink2004-10-22 06:01:36

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived;

  For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;

  Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.



Warmest regards,

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