第13章 致爱人（2/2）

只用那眼惊叹，却无法开口歌颂。

Whentheicleofwastedti

Iseedescriptionsofthefairestwights，

Ayakgbeautifuloldrhy

Inpraiseofdiesdead，andlovelyknights；

Thenthebzonofsweetbeautysbest

Ofhand，offoot，oflip，ofeye，ofbrow，

Iseetheirantiquepenwouldhaveexprest

Evnsuchabeautyasyouasternow.

Soalltheirpraisesarebutprophecies

Ofthisourti，allyurg；

And，fortheylookdbutwithdivgeyes，

Theyhadnotkillenoughyourworthtosg：

Forbeholdthesepresentdays，

Haveeyestowonder，butcktoopraise.