【讨论】斯宾塞Sonnet LIII

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OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay,

My loue lyke the Spectator ydly sits

beholding me that all the pageants play,

disguysing diuersly my troubled wits.

è Of this world’s Theatre in which we stay, my love, like the Spectator, idly sits, beholding me that play all the pageants, disguising diversely my troubled wits.

Sometimes I ioy when glad occasion fits,

and mask in myrth lyke to a Comedy:

soone after when my ioy to sorrow flits,

I waile and make my woes a Tragedy.

è
Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits, and make in mirth like (to) a Comedy; soon after my joy flits to sorrow, I wail and make my woes a Tragedy.

Yet she beholding me with constant eye,

delights not in my merth no[r] rues my smart:

but when I laugh she mocks, and when I cry

she laughes, and hardens euermore her hart.

è
Yet she, beholding me with (an) constant eye, delights no in my mirth, nor rues my smart; but when I laugh she mocks, and when I cry she laughs, and hardens evermore her heart.

What then can moue her? if nor merth, nor mone,

she is no woman, but a sencelesse stone.
è
If it is nor mirth, nor moan, what then can move her? She is no woman, but a senseless stone.

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