Shakespeare's love poems 1
1.
You can doubt that the stars are torches;
You can doubt that the sun will move;
You can doubt that truth is a lie;
But my love never changed.
Love is like an oil lamp,
When the wick burns out,
Its flame will also be extinguished by darkness.
It can't always be good,
Because excessive good and evil will destroy themselves,
It's like a person dying of congestion.
What we need to do is,
You should do it as soon as you think of it;
Because people's ideas will change,
How many tongues, how many hands, how many accidents,
There will be a lot of hesitation and delay.
And talk about what to do,
This is just a sigh of comfort,
You can only hurt your own body.
Hamlet
2.
When you are by my side,
The night has also become a fresh morning.
Except for you,
I don't expect any partners in this world;
Except for you,
My imagination can no longer produce an image I like.
Every time I see you,
My heart has flown to your side,
Willing to serve you,
Make me your slave.
I'm a fool,
Tears come when you hear what you really like!
rainstorm
3.
The rising sun has never kissed such warm honey.
Give roses crystal dew,
When your eyes shine with its soul.
The rain that falls on my cheeks at night;
Hao Yue has never used such a bright light arrow.
Through the transparent heart of the deep sea,
Just as your beautiful face shines on my tears,
Drops of water stir up your icy soul.
Every tear is a car,
Take you with me in my sorrow;
The spray that overflowed under my eyelids,
Reflect the glory of your victory from your sadness;
Please don't take my tears as your mirror.
If you feel sorry for yourself, I will cry for the rest of my life.
Ah, beautiful fairy, your face
When I look into my heart, I feel sorry for myself.
The futility of love
4.
The whole world belongs to me,
I'm willing to give up everything,
But I want to be you.
Ah! Teach me how to move my eyes,
What kind of magic was used to manipulate Demetrius' heart?
I frowned at him, but he still loved me.
I cursed him, but he gave me love.
The more I hate him, the more he follows me.
The more I love him, the more he hates me.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Shakespeare's love poems ii
Shakespeare: Sonnets of Love
Two lovers seduced me like elves,
One is comfort, the other is despair:
The kind angel is a man, elegant;
The evil spirits are female and ugly.
In order to urge me to go to hell early, that female ghost
Seduce my good soul and force me to leave,
Confuse him, turn him into a demon,
Pursue pure love with dirty pride.
Has my angel become a demon?
I can't be sure at once, I can only doubt it;
But they all left me and joined each other,
One must have gone to another's hell.
But I'll never guess,
Unless the evil angel drives away the good people.
Love put down his torch and fell asleep:
A fairy in luna seized the opportunity.
Hurry up and put the torch that lights the fire of love
Immersed in a clear spring in the mountains;
Spring water comes from this sacred torch.
Immortal heat will burn forever,
Into a boiling spring, until now.
It also proves that it has the effect of bringing back the dead.
But this torch lit my mistress's eyes again,
For the experiment, Cupid touched my chest.
I immediately felt uncomfortable, impatient and sad.
Keep running to the hot springs for help,
But it didn't work: it cured my hot spring.
Only my lover's eyes have rekindled love.
Love God is too young to know what conscience is;
But who doesn't know that conscience is born of love?
So, good liar, don't pick on me,
Lest my sin implicate you gently.
Because, you betrayed me, my stupid body
Coax me into selling my noble part;
My soul tells my body that it can.
The victory of love; If the body doesn't say anything,
Point out your name as soon as you hear it.
You are its victory; Too arrogant,
Be your meanest domestic slave,
Do whatever you want, or fall beside you.
So I can call her with a clear conscience.
I fell in love with her love during sex.
My love is a kind of fanaticism, and it will always be eager.
Can make it last for a long time,
Take medicine powder that can maintain symptoms,
Make the changeable morbid appetite prosperous for a long time.
Reason (the doctor who cured my love)
Angry that I didn't do what he told me,
Leave me, let me despair, because I don't believe it.
The desire for medicine, I know, is a dead end.
I have no hope for life, because I have lost my mind.
All day, I was confused, agitated and crazy;
Think or talk like a madman,
Divorced from reality, aimless and unorganized;
Because I swear you're beautiful and smart,
You are as dark as hell and as dark as night.