Sonnet147 by William Shakespeare 莎翁十四行诗 第147篇 | 英语名家诗篇

SONNET 147My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,At random from the truth vainly express'd;For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.作者介绍：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564-1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家，欧洲文艺复兴时期最重要、最伟大的作家；主播介绍：苑溪仙，教过多年英语，热爱阳光鲜花甜食和运动，喜欢古典文学，喜欢念书写作，喜欢傻傻地胡思乱想…