阿特拉西亚Atlasia作品
阿特拉西亚Atlasia作品
本段来自莎士比亚十四行诗第15首
Sonnet 15 by William Shakespeare
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants do grow,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height of woe
In their freshest state then suffer a decay;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
