Sonnet 17歌词由The Marlowe Society演唱,出自专辑《Shakespeare: The Sonnets》,下面是《Sonnet 17》完整版歌词!
Sonnet 17歌词完整版
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage,
And stretched meter of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.