Sonnet XXI.

作者: 东学西学 | 来源:发表于2019-07-28 17:18 被阅读57次

    XXI.

    So is it not with me as with that

    Muse Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,

    Who heaven itself for ornament doth use

    And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,

    Making a couplement of proud compare,

    With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,

    With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare

    That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.

    O! let me, true in love, but truly write,

    And then believe me, my love is as fair

    As any mother's child, though not so bright

    As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:

    Let them say more that like of hear-say well;

    I will not praise that purpose not to sell.

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