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莎翁十四行诗

Sonnet 17

Shakespeare

Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb.
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.

So should my papers (yellowed with their age) Be scorned,
like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage,
And stretched metre of an antique song.

But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice in it, and in my rhyme. 

https://xue.youdao.com/bbs/post_detail?id=274423&appsource=dict
deserts我读错了,应该是甜点dessert的音,意思是应有的报应,不好意思(///ˊㅿˋ///)

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