2a（莎翁十四行诗 绍南文化）

陌上花开_素

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,四十春秋缠眉头，挖你美额几多沟，今你华服多光彩，他年如草贱褴褛，问及你美何处留，