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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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Word count: 108

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Sonetto XIII

Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English

Oh, se sempre tu ti appartenessi! Ma, mio caro bene,
tu sarai tuo solo finché non sarai morto:
dovresti prepararti a questa fine che viene
e trasferire in un altro questo tuo dolce volto.
Così questa bellezza che ti è stata prestata
non troverebbe termine: perché ritroveresti
te stesso ancora, dopo che cesserà tua vita,
nella tua dolce prole e nei suoi gesti.
Chi un così bello edificio lascerebbe crollare,
mentre una cura oculata potrebbe renderlo forte
perché possa resistere al tempestoso infuriare,
delle bufere invernali, e al gelo della morte?
     Oh, soltanto uno sprecone! Amore, se ben puoi dire adesso
     che hai avuto un padre: dica un tuo figlio lo stesso.


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Text added to the website: 2011-11-11.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:41
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Word count: 112