venus and adonis,venere e adone
The rape of Lucretius.
Enthusiastic pilgrims
Phoenix and tortoise
A lover's complaint
You are not talking about his poetry collection, but one of his sonnets (No.132).
Sonnet CXXXII
"I love those slender eyes, and they love me" (I love your eyes ...)
I love your eyes, they pity me.
Knowing that your heart torments me with contempt,
Mourners dressed in black and love,
Beautiful Ruth watched my pain.
Nor is it the sunrise of heaven.
Better become the gray cheeks of the East,
Or a full moon at night,
Half the glory goes to the sober west,
When those mourning eyes become your face:
Oh! Then let it cater to your heart
Mourn for me, because mourning makes you elegant,
And the compassion that suits you is like in every part.
Then I swear that beauty itself is black,
Everything your skin color lacks is filthy.
I fell in love with your eyes; Your eyes
I know your heart despises me,
Show gentle sympathy for my pain,
Wear black and be a charming undertaker.
In fact, no matter the bright morning sun in the sky
How to match the pale face of the east,
Or the dazzling star shining on e.
It broke the gloomy sky in the west,
Not as good as the tears on your face.
Oh, I hope your heart will do the same for me.
Hang up your mourning clothes, since mourning clothes can make you more beautiful,
May it cooperate with compassion like the whole body.
Black is the essence of beauty (I swore at that time),
Anything that lacks your color is ugly.
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