苑溪仙朗读 Shakespeare Sonnet100 莎士比亚十四行诗 第100篇

Sonnet 100 by William ShakespeareWhere art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeemIn gentle numbers time so idly spent;Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteemAnd gives thy pen both skill and argument.Rise, restive Muse, my love's sweet face survey,If Time have any wrinkle graven there;If any, be a satire to decay,And make Time's spoils despised every where.   Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;   So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.作者：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；朗读：苑溪仙