十四范文

When I consider every thing that grows,

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

That this huge stage presenteth naught but shows

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;

When I perceive that men as plants increase,

Cheered and checked even by the selfsame sky;

Vaunt in their youthful sap,at height decrease,

And wear their brave state out of memory:

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay

Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,

Where wasteful time debateth with decay

Not from the stars do I judgement pluck,

And yet methinks I have astronomy;

But not to tell of good or evil luck,

Of plagues,of dearths,or seasons'quality;

Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,

Pointing to each his thunder,rain,and wind,

Or say with princes if it shall go well,

By oft predict that I in heaven find.

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,

And,constant stars,in them I read such art,

As truth and beauty shall together thrive,

If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;

O that you were yourself!But,love,you are.

No longer yours than you yourself here live.

Against this coming end you should prepare,

And your sweet semblance to some other give.

So should that beauty which you hold in lease

Find no determination;then you were

Yourself again after your self's decease,

When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.

Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,

Which husbandry in honour might uphold

Against the stormy gusts of winter's day,

And barren rage of death's eternal cold?

When I do count the clock that tells the time,

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;

When I behold the violet past prime,

And sable curls are silver'd o'er with white;

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,

And summer's green,all girded up in sheaves,

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;

Then thou among the wastes of time must go,

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,

And die as fast as they see other grow,

As fast as thou shalt wane,so fast thou grow'st.

In one of thine from that which thou departest,

And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st

Thou mayst call thine,when thou from youth convertest.

Herein lives wisdom,beauty,and increase;

Without this,folly,age,and cold decay.

If all were minded so,the times should cease,

And threescore year would make the world away.

Let those whom nature hath not made for store,

Harsh,featureless,and rude,barrenly perish.

Look whom she best endowed she gave the more;

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye.

That thou consum'st thyself in single life?

Ah!if thou issueless shalt hap to die,

The world will wail thee like a makeless wife.

The world will be thy widow and still weep,

that thou no form fo thee hast left behind,

when every private widow well may keep,

By children's eyes,her husbend's shape in mind.

Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend,

Shifts but his place,for still the world enjoys it;

But bearty's waste hath in the world and end,

For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any.

Who for thyself art so unprovident.

Grant,if thou wilt,thou art beloved of many,

But that thou none lov'st is most evidents;

For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate

That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire,

Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate

Which to repair should be thy chief desire.

O,change thy thought,that I may change my mind!

Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?

Be as thy presence is,gracious and kind,

Music to hear,why hear'st thou music sadly?

Sweets with sweets war not,joy delights in joy.

Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly.

Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

If the true concord of well tuned sounds,

By unions married,do offend thine ear,

They do but sweetly chide thee,who confounds

In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.

Mark how one string,sweet husband to another,

Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;

Resembling sire,and child,and happy mother,

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface.

In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled;

Make sweet some vial,treasure thou some place

With bearty's treasure ere it be self-killed.

That use is not forbidden usury

Which happies those that pay the willing loan;

That's for thyself to breed another thee,

Or ten times happier,be it ten for one.

Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,

If ten of thine ten times refigured thee.

Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,

Leaving thee living in posterity?

Those hours that with gentle work did frame.

The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,

Will play the tyrants to the very same,

And that unfair which fairly doth excel.

For never--resting time leads summer on

To hideous winter and confounds him there,

Sap check'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,

Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where.

Then were not summer's distillation left

A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,

Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,

Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.