雙語(yǔ)·莎士比亞十四行詩(shī)集 101

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O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends

For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?

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 color with his color fixed,

Beauty no pencil beauty's truth to lay;

But best is best if never intermixed?”

Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

Excuse not silence so, for 't lies in thee

To make him much outlive a gilded tomb

And to be praised of ages yet to be.

Then do thy office, Muse;I teach thee how

To make him seem long hence as he shows now.