热情的朝圣徒英文版.pdf

THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM William Shakespeare 1 THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM I. When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutord youth, Unskilful in the worlds false forgeries, Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although I know my years be past the best, I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue, Outfacing faults in love with loves ill rest. But wherefore says my love that she is young? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, loves best habit is a soothing tongue, And age, in love, loves not to have years told. Therefore, Ill lie with love, and love with me, Since that our faults in love thus smotherd be. 2 THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM II. Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, That like two spirits do suggest me still; My better angel is a man right fair, My worser spirit a woman colourd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her fair pride. And whether that my angel be turnd fiend, Suspect I may, yet not directly tell: For being both to me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in anothers hell: The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. 3 THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM III. Did not the heavenly