Sonnet151 by William Shakespeare 莎翁十四行诗 第151篇 | 英语名家诗篇

SONNET 151Love is too young to know what conscience is;Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love?Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.For thou betraying me, I do betrayMy nobler part to my gross body's treason;My soul doth tell my body that he mayTriumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,But rising at thy name, doth point out theeAs his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,He is contented thy poor drudge to be,To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.No want of conscience hold it that I callHer 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.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…