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by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani

My glass shall not persuade me I am old
Language: English 
Available translation(s): ITA
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O! therefore love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
  Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
  Thou gav'st me thine not to give back again.

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This text was added to the website: 2007-10-12
Line count: 14
Word count: 122

Non mi convincerà lo specchio ch'io sia invecchiato
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the English 
Non mi convincerà lo specchio ch'io sia invecchiato
Finché tu e la giovinezza sarete una sola cosa;
Ma quando vedrò il tuo volto dalle rughe segnato,
Allora porrà fine ai miei giorni una morte attesa.
Perché tutta questa bellezza che ti  adorna
Non è che ricco abbigliamento del mio cuore 
Che vive nel tuo petto, come il tuo nel mio soggiorna:
E come, allora, posso più vecchio di te sembrare?
Perciò, amor mio, abbi di te riguardo
Come io, non di me, ma di te avrò cura;
custodendo il tuo cuore, che terrò sì caro,
qual tenera nutrice con la sua creatura.
E non contare sul tuo cuore quando il mio sarà spento
Non lo donasti per averlo indietro.

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This text was added to the website: 2007-10-27
Line count: 14
Word count: 119