看看下面这首诗~~~莎士比亚的十四行诗
look in thy glass,and tell the face thoun viewest
now is the time that face should form another;
whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
thou dost beguile the world ,unbless some mother.
for where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
or who is so fond will be the tomb
of his self-love,to stop posterity?
thou art thy mother's glass,and shi in thee
calls back the lovelyapril of her prime:
so thou through windows of thing age shall see
despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
but if thou live, remember'd not to be,
die single,and thine image dies with thee
look in thy glass,and tell the face thoun viewest
now is the time that face should form another;
whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
thou dost beguile the world ,unbless some mother.
for where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
or who is so fond will be the tomb
of his self-love,to stop posterity?
thou art thy mother's glass,and shi in thee
calls back the lovelyapril of her prime:
so thou through windows of thing age shall see
despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
but if thou live, remember'd not to be,
die single,and thine image dies with thee
