自娱自乐 发表于 2012-2-29 08:27 
O, i could lose all father now! for why
will man lament the state he should envy?
哈哈,真找来一个。
Did you hear how it was read?
It is middle English "envie".
On My First Sonne
Ben Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy;
Seven yeeres tho' wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O, could I loose all father, now. For why
Will man lament the state he should envie?
To have so soon scap'd worlds and fleshes rage,
And, if no other miserie, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and, ask'd, say here doth lye
Ben. Johnson his best piece of poetrie.
For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.
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