LXXVI<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods, and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed? O know sweet love I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument: So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told. 76 为什么我的诗那么缺新光彩, 赶不上现代善变多姿的风尚? 为什么我不学时人旁征博采 那竞奇斗艳,穷妍极巧的新腔? 为什么我写的始终别无二致, 寓情思旨趣于一些老调陈言, 几乎每一句都说出我的名字, 透露它们的身世,它们的来源? 哦,须知道,我爱呵,我只把你描, 你和爱情就是我唯一的主题; 推陈出新是我的无上的诀窍, 我把开支过的,不断重新开支: 因为,正如太阳天天新天天旧, 我的爱把说过的事絮絮不休。 |
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