Sonnet 39歌词

作词 : 莎士比亚
作曲 : Bloody Woods
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
(And) what isn't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this let us divided live,
(And) our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give，
(That) due to thee which thou deservest alone.
O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
(Were) it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave，
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
(By) praising him here who doth hence remain!