日期：2007-12-11 XCIII So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband； so love's face May still seem love to me, though alter'd new； Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place： For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I can... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 XCIV They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow； They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riche... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 XCV How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name！ O！ in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose. That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making lascivious co... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 XCVI Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness； Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport； Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less： Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort. As on the finger of a throned queen The basest jewel... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 XCVII How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year！ What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen！ What old December's bareness everywhere！ And yet this time removed was summer's time； The teeming autumn,... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 XCVIII From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different f... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 XCIX The forward violet thus did I chide： Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath？ The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The l... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 C Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might？ Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song, Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light？ Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem, In gent... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CII My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming； I love not less, though less the show appear； That love is merchandiz'd, whose rich esteeming, The owner's tongue doth publish every where. Our love was new, and then but in the spring, Whe... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CI O truant Muse what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dy'd？ Both truth and beauty on my love depends； So dost thou too, and therein dignified. Make answer Muse： wilt thou not haply say, 'Truth needs no colour, with his colo... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CIII Alack！ what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument, all bare, is of more worth Than when it hath my added praise beside！ O！ blame me not, if I no more can write！ Look in your glass, and there... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CIV To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CV Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence； Therefore my ve... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CVI When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of br... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CVII Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, And the sad augurs mock their... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CVIII What's in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit？ What's new to speak, what now to register, That may express my love, or thy dear merit？ Nothing, sweet boy； but yet, like prayers divine, I must eac... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CIX O！ never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify, As easy might I from my self depart As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie： That is my home of love： if I have rang'd, Like him that travels, I return ag... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CX Alas！ 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made my self a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new； Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely；... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CXI O！ for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-12-11 CXII Your love and pity doth the impression fill, Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow； For what care I who calls me well or ill, So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow？ You are my all-the-world, and I must strive To know my shames and prais... 阅读全文>>