Sonnet CIX: O! never say that I was false of heart——William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
这篇同人的英语原作者性格很对我胃口,她特意考证了1812年2月11日并不是星期天,但在留言中请读者不要追究这种小问题,就当它是星期天好了?
元宵节快乐!虽然晚了一天……