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William Shakespeare
Sonnet CIX
O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd 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 reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
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.

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William Shakespeare
Sonnet LXXX
O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!

But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark inferior far to his
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.

Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building and of goodly pride:

Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this; my love was my decay.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ#爱未日历# 2021年02月15日
| 生活的奥秘存在于艺术之中

Roses dans un vase décoré’, 1912-1913
Pierre-Auguste Renoir

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem/By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!/The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem/For that sweet odour which doth in it live —— William Shakespeare

真善美的永恒

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