
1. 《与君离别》(一)
I escape my disappointment,
Yet I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say that I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in sun,
Follows me flying, files when pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me run it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppressed.
Some gentle passion slide into my mind.
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love,and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink,be hing or low.
Or let me live with some sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love are meant.
---伊丽莎白一世
2. 《与君离别》(二)
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