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[ar:Cleo Laine] |
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[al:The Collection] |
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[ti:My Love Is As A Fever Sonnet No 147] |
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[tool:鐏噷鐨勬瓕璇嶆粴鍔ㄥК] |
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My love is as a fever, longing still |
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For that which longer nurseth the disease, |
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Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, |
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Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. |
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My reason, the physician to my love, |
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Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, |
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Hath left me, and I desperate now approve |
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Desire is death, which physic did except. |
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Past cure I am, now reason is past care, |
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And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; |
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My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, |
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At random from the truth vainly expressed: |
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For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, |
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Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. |
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【译者：辜正坤，北大外语学院世界文学研究所教授、博导、所长，中国外国文学学会莎士比亚研究会会长。】 |
