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O, that you were yourself! but, love,...

Language: English

O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
  O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
  You had a father: let your son say so.


Translation(s): FRE FRE ITA RUS

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Text added to the website: 2003-11-13.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:59
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Не изменяйся, будь самим собой

Language: Russian (Русский) after the English

Не изменяйся, будь самим собой. 
Ты можешь быть собой, пока живёшь. 
Когда же смерть разрушит образ твой,
Пусть будет кто-то на тебя похож. 
Тебе природой красота дана
На очень краткий срок, и потому
Пускай по праву перейдёт она
К наследнику прямому твоему. 
В заботливых руках прекрасный дом
Не дрогнет перед натиском зимы,
И никогда не воцарится в нём
Дыханье смерти, холода и тьмы. 
О, пусть, когда настанет твой конец,
Звучат слова: ъБыл у меня отец!ъ


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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Text added to the website: 2003-11-13.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:59
Line count: 14
Word count: 75