莎士比亚十四行诗英文原文.doc

PAGE PAGE 109 SONNET #1by: William ShakespeareFROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beautys 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, Feedst thy lights flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thout that are now the worlds fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makst waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the worlds due, by the grave and thee.SONNET #2by: William ShakespeareWHEN forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beautys field, Thy youths proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tottered 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 prasie deserved thy beautys use If thou couldst answer, This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse, Proving his beauty by succession thine. This were to be new made when thou art old And see thy blood warm when thou feelst cold.SONNET #3by: William ShakespeareLOOK in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou 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 mothers 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 remembred not to be, Die single, and thine image dies with thee.SONNET #4by: W