[00:00.000] 作词 : 莎士比亚[00:04.688]Then let not winter's ragged hand deface[00:08.187]In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:[00:11.694]Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place[00:16.194]With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.[00:20.953]That use is not forbidden usury,[00:23.440]Which happies those that pay the willing loan;[00:26.436]That's for thyself to breed another thee,[00:30.442]Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;[00:34.694]Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,[00:38.191]If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:[00:42.200]Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,[00:45.947]Leaving thee living in posterity?[00:50.193]Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair[00:54.686]To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.