本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 14:38 编辑
老兄,为何列出那么原始的版本?
A Womans face with natures owne hande painted,
Ha?te thou, the Ma?ter Mi?tris of my pa??ion,
A womans gentle hart but not acquainted
With ?hifting change as is fal?e womens fa?hion,
An eye more bright then theirs,le??e fal?e in rowling:
Gilding the obiect where-vpon it gazeth,
A man in hew all Hews in his controwling,
Which ?teales mens eyes and womens ?oules ama?eth,
And for a woman wert thou fir?t created,
Till nature as ?he wrought thee fell a dotinge,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpo?e nothing.
But ?ince ?he prickt thee out for womens plea?ure,
Mine be thy loue and thy loues v?e their trea?ure.
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