文档介绍：莎士比亚十四行诗全集
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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s 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,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.
 
惟愿佳丽多成行,美丽玫瑰不断秧,
前辈寿终需正寝,娇嫩儿女继芬芳。
俊杰自恋太荒唐,迟迟不肯迎新娘。 
富贵不思成家业,人人为君而悲伤。
百花丛中最鲜艳,君乃伦敦第一郎,
天下女儿都思君,俊杰为何不大婚?
别让花芯空枯萎,开花结果理应当,
如把青春空挥霍,死后带入坟墓中
  
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 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered 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 praise deserved thy beauty’s use
If thou couldst answer, “This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,”
Proving his beauty by ession thine.
This were to be new made when thou