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Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, | 0:00:27 | 0:00:31 | |
may gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, | 0:00:31 | 0:00:34 | |
as thou pliest thy trade in this devil's smithy, | 0:00:34 | 0:00:37 | |
which is the poison to poison her, prithee? | 0:00:37 | 0:00:41 | |
He is with her, and they know that I know where they are, | 0:00:41 | 0:00:45 | |
what they do. | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
They believe my tears flow while they laugh, | 0:00:48 | 0:00:51 | |
laugh at me, | 0:00:51 | 0:00:52 | |
at me fled to the drear empty church to pray God in, for them! | 0:00:52 | 0:00:56 | |
I am here, | 0:00:56 | 0:00:58 | |
grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste, | 0:00:58 | 0:01:02 | |
pound at thy powder, I am not in haste. | 0:01:02 | 0:01:05 | |
Better sit thus and observe thy strange things | 0:01:05 | 0:01:08 | |
than go where men wait me and dance at the King's. | 0:01:08 | 0:01:10 | |
That in the mortar, you call it a gum? | 0:01:10 | 0:01:13 | |
Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come, | 0:01:14 | 0:01:20 | |
and yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue, | 0:01:20 | 0:01:23 | |
sure to taste sweetly, is that poison too? | 0:01:23 | 0:01:26 | |
Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures, | 0:01:26 | 0:01:30 | |
what a wild crowd of invisible pleasures! | 0:01:30 | 0:01:34 | |
To carry pure death in an earring, | 0:01:34 | 0:01:36 | |
a casket, a signet, a fan-mount, a filigree-basket. | 0:01:36 | 0:01:41 | |
Soon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give, | 0:01:42 | 0:01:45 | |
and Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live. | 0:01:45 | 0:01:49 | |
But to light a pastille | 0:01:49 | 0:01:52 | |
and Elise with her head and her breast and her arms | 0:01:52 | 0:01:56 | |
and her hands, should drop dead. | 0:01:56 | 0:01:59 | |
Quick, is it finished? | 0:01:59 | 0:02:00 | |
The colour's too grim. Why not soft like the phial's, enticing and dim? | 0:02:00 | 0:02:06 | |
Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir | 0:02:06 | 0:02:11 | |
and try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer. | 0:02:11 | 0:02:14 | |
What a drop. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:17 | |
She's not little, no minion like me. | 0:02:17 | 0:02:20 | |
That's why she ensnared him. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:22 | |
This never will free the soul from those masculine eyes. | 0:02:22 | 0:02:25 | |
Say no to that pulse's magnificent come and go. | 0:02:25 | 0:02:29 | |
For only last night, as they whispered, | 0:02:29 | 0:02:32 | |
I brought my own eyes to bear on her so | 0:02:32 | 0:02:34 | |
that I thought, could I keep them one half-minute fixed, | 0:02:34 | 0:02:38 | |
she would fall, shrivelled. | 0:02:38 | 0:02:41 | |
She fell not. Yet this does it all. | 0:02:41 | 0:02:44 | |
Not that I bid you spare her the pain. | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
Let death be felt and the proof remain. | 0:02:51 | 0:02:54 | |
Brand, burn up, bite into its grace. | 0:02:54 | 0:02:58 | |
He is sure to remember her dying face. | 0:02:58 | 0:03:00 | |
Is it done? | 0:03:03 | 0:03:05 | |
Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose. | 0:03:05 | 0:03:08 | |
It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close. | 0:03:08 | 0:03:11 | |
The delicate droplet, | 0:03:11 | 0:03:13 | |
my whole fortune's fee. | 0:03:13 | 0:03:16 | |
If it hurts her, beside, | 0:03:16 | 0:03:18 | |
can it ever hurt me? | 0:03:18 | 0:03:20 | |
Now take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill. | 0:03:20 | 0:03:25 | |
You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:29 | |
But brush this dust off me, lest horror it brings. | 0:03:31 | 0:03:34 | |
Ere I know it, next moment I dance at the King's. | 0:03:34 | 0:03:37 | |
RETCHING | 0:03:43 | 0:03:46 | |
Yeah, man, I told you, sorted. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:03 | |
Listen, the guy will give you no more grief. Do you understand? | 0:04:03 | 0:04:07 | |
All right, see you in a bit. | 0:04:07 | 0:04:09 | |
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares. | 0:04:25 | 0:04:28 | |
My feast of joy | 0:04:30 | 0:04:33 | |
is but a dish of pain. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
My crop of corn is but a field of tares. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:42 | |
And all my good | 0:04:44 | 0:04:47 | |
is but vain hope of gain. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:49 | |
The day is past, | 0:04:51 | 0:04:54 | |
and yet I saw no sun. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:56 | |
And now I live... | 0:04:59 | 0:05:00 | |
..and now my life is done. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:05 | |
My tale was heard | 0:05:07 | 0:05:09 | |
and yet it was not told. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:12 | |
My fruit is fallen, | 0:05:13 | 0:05:16 | |
and yet my leaves are green. | 0:05:16 | 0:05:18 | |
My youth is spent | 0:05:21 | 0:05:24 | |
and yet I am not old. | 0:05:24 | 0:05:26 | |
I saw the world | 0:05:27 | 0:05:30 | |
and yet I was not seen. | 0:05:30 | 0:05:32 | |
My thread is cut... | 0:05:34 | 0:05:35 | |
..and yet it is not spun. | 0:05:37 | 0:05:40 | |
And now I live... | 0:05:43 | 0:05:45 | |
..and now my life is done. | 0:05:46 | 0:05:49 | |
I sought my death | 0:05:49 | 0:05:53 | |
and found it in my womb. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:56 | |
I looked for life | 0:05:57 | 0:06:00 | |
and saw it was a shade. | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
I trod the earth... | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
..and knew it was my tomb. | 0:06:08 | 0:06:10 | |
And now I die... | 0:06:12 | 0:06:14 | |
..and now I was but made. | 0:06:15 | 0:06:17 | |
My glass is full, | 0:06:20 | 0:06:23 | |
and now my glass is run. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:25 | |
And now I live... | 0:06:27 | 0:06:28 | |
..and now my life is done. | 0:06:30 | 0:06:32 | |
It little profits that an idle king | 0:06:51 | 0:06:55 | |
by this still hearth, | 0:06:55 | 0:06:58 | |
among these barren crags, | 0:06:58 | 0:07:02 | |
matched with an aged wife... | 0:07:02 | 0:07:05 | |
..I mete and dole unequal laws unto a savage race, | 0:07:06 | 0:07:12 | |
that hoard and sleep and feed, and know not me. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:18 | |
I cannot rest from travel. | 0:07:24 | 0:07:28 | |
I will drink life to the lees. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:32 | |
All times I have enjoyed greatly, have suffered greatly, | 0:07:32 | 0:07:37 | |
both with those that loved me, and alone. | 0:07:37 | 0:07:41 | |
On shore, and when through scudding drifts | 0:07:41 | 0:07:46 | |
the rainy Hyades vexed the dim sea. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:51 | |
I am become a name, for always roaming with a hungry heart | 0:07:51 | 0:07:56 | |
much have I seen and known. | 0:07:56 | 0:07:59 | |
Cities of men | 0:07:59 | 0:08:01 | |
and manners, | 0:08:01 | 0:08:03 | |
climates, councils, governments. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:08 | |
Myself not least, but honoured of them all, | 0:08:08 | 0:08:13 | |
and drunk delight of battle with my peers, | 0:08:13 | 0:08:18 | |
far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:22 | |
I am a part of all that I have met, | 0:08:24 | 0:08:29 | |
yet all experience is an arch | 0:08:29 | 0:08:33 | |
where through gleams that untravelled world, | 0:08:33 | 0:08:38 | |
whose margin fades forever and forever when I move. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:43 | |
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, | 0:08:45 | 0:08:50 | |
to rust unburnished, not to shine in use, | 0:08:50 | 0:08:54 | |
as though to breathe were life. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:57 | |
Life piled on life were all too little, | 0:08:59 | 0:09:03 | |
and of one to me. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
Little remains, but every hour is saved from that eternal silence, | 0:09:05 | 0:09:11 | |
something more, a bringer of new things, | 0:09:11 | 0:09:14 | |
and vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself, | 0:09:14 | 0:09:20 | |
and this grey spirit yearning in desire | 0:09:20 | 0:09:24 | |
to follow knowledge like a sinking star, | 0:09:24 | 0:09:27 | |
beyond the utmost bound of human thought. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:31 | |
This is my son... | 0:09:41 | 0:09:43 | |
..mine own Telemachus, | 0:09:45 | 0:09:48 | |
to whom I leave the sceptre and the isle, | 0:09:48 | 0:09:52 | |
Well-loved of me, | 0:09:52 | 0:09:55 | |
discerning to fulfil this labour, | 0:09:55 | 0:09:58 | |
by slow prudence to make mild a rugged people, | 0:09:58 | 0:10:01 | |
and through soft degrees subdue them to the useful and the good. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:06 | |
Most blameless is he, | 0:10:08 | 0:10:11 | |
centred in the sphere of common duties, | 0:10:11 | 0:10:14 | |
decent not to fail in offices of tenderness, | 0:10:14 | 0:10:20 | |
and pay meet adoration to my household gods when I am gone. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:27 | |
He works his work, | 0:10:28 | 0:10:31 | |
I mine. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:33 | |
There lies the port. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:38 | |
The vessel puffs her sail. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:41 | |
There gloom the dark broad seas. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:45 | |
My mariners, souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me, | 0:10:45 | 0:10:51 | |
that ever with a frolic welcome | 0:10:51 | 0:10:53 | |
took the thunder and the sunshine, | 0:10:53 | 0:10:56 | |
and opposed free hearts, free foreheads. | 0:10:56 | 0:10:59 | |
You and I are old. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:03 | |
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:07 | |
Death closes all, | 0:11:07 | 0:11:10 | |
but something ere the end, | 0:11:10 | 0:11:13 | |
some work of noble note may yet be done, | 0:11:13 | 0:11:18 | |
not unbecoming men that strove with gods. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:23 | |
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks. The long day wanes. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:29 | |
The slow moon climbs. | 0:11:30 | 0:11:33 | |
The deep moans round with many voices. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:39 | |
Come, my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:44 | |
Push off and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows, | 0:11:44 | 0:11:50 | |
for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, | 0:11:50 | 0:11:54 | |
and the bars of all the western stars until I die. | 0:11:54 | 0:11:59 | |
It may be | 0:12:00 | 0:12:02 | |
that the gulfs will wash us down. | 0:12:02 | 0:12:05 | |
It may be we shall touch the happy isles | 0:12:07 | 0:12:12 | |
and see the great Achilles whom we knew. | 0:12:12 | 0:12:16 | |
Though much is taken, | 0:12:16 | 0:12:19 | |
much abides, | 0:12:19 | 0:12:21 | |
and though we are not now that strength | 0:12:21 | 0:12:25 | |
which in old days moved earth and heaven, | 0:12:25 | 0:12:30 | |
that which we are, we are. | 0:12:30 | 0:12:32 | |
One equal temper of heroic hearts | 0:12:32 | 0:12:38 | |
made weak by time and fate, | 0:12:38 | 0:12:41 | |
but strong in will | 0:12:41 | 0:12:44 | |
to strive, | 0:12:44 | 0:12:46 | |
to seek, to find, | 0:12:46 | 0:12:49 | |
and not to yield. | 0:12:49 | 0:12:52 | |
Ulysses! | 0:12:52 | 0:12:53 | |
It little profits that an idle king | 0:13:05 | 0:13:09 | |
by this still hearth, among these barren crags, | 0:13:09 | 0:13:14 | |
matched with an aged wife, | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
I mete and dole unequal laws unto a savage race, | 0:13:17 | 0:13:22 | |
that hoard and sleep and feed, and know not me. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:27 | |
I cannot rest from travel. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:33 | |
I will drink life to the lees. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:37 | |
All times I have enjoyed greatly, have suffered greatly, | 0:13:38 | 0:13:44 | |
both with those that loved me, and alone. | 0:13:44 | 0:13:48 | |
COUGHS | 0:13:48 | 0:13:52 | |
On shore, | 0:13:52 | 0:13:54 | |
and when through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades vexed the dim sea. | 0:13:54 | 0:14:01 | |
I am become a name, | 0:14:02 | 0:14:06 | |
for always roaming with a hungry heart | 0:14:06 | 0:14:10 | |
much have I seen and known. | 0:14:10 | 0:14:13 | |
Cities of men | 0:14:13 | 0:14:15 | |
and manners, climates, councils, governments. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:19 | |
Myself not least, | 0:14:19 | 0:14:22 | |
but honoured of them all, | 0:14:22 | 0:14:24 | |
and drunk delight of battle with my peers, | 0:14:24 | 0:14:28 | |
far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:32 | |
I am a part of all that I have met, | 0:14:33 | 0:14:38 | |
yet all experience is an arch | 0:14:38 | 0:14:40 | |
where through gleams that untravelled world, | 0:14:40 | 0:14:43 | |
whose margin fades forever and forever when I move. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:47 | |
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, | 0:14:50 | 0:14:57 | |
to rust unburnished, not to shine in use, | 0:14:57 | 0:15:02 | |
as though to breathe were life. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:05 | |
COUGHS | 0:15:05 | 0:15:07 | |
Life piled on life were all too little, | 0:15:07 | 0:15:11 | |
and of one to me. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:14 | |
Little remains... | 0:15:14 | 0:15:16 | |
..but every hour is saved from that eternal silence, | 0:15:17 | 0:15:23 | |
something more, | 0:15:23 | 0:15:26 | |
a bringer of new things, | 0:15:26 | 0:15:29 | |
and vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself, | 0:15:29 | 0:15:34 | |
and this grey spirit yearning in desire | 0:15:34 | 0:15:39 | |
to follow knowledge like a sinking star, | 0:15:39 | 0:15:43 | |
beyond the utmost bound of human thought. | 0:15:43 | 0:15:46 | |
This is my son... | 0:15:51 | 0:15:52 | |
..mine own Telemachus, | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
to whom I leave the sceptre and the isle, | 0:15:57 | 0:16:01 | |
Well-loved of me... | 0:16:01 | 0:16:03 | |
..discerning to fulfil this labour, | 0:16:05 | 0:16:09 | |
by slow prudence to make mild a rugged people, | 0:16:09 | 0:16:14 | |
and through soft degrees subdue them to the useful and the good. | 0:16:14 | 0:16:19 | |
Most blameless is he, | 0:16:21 | 0:16:23 | |
centred in the sphere of common duties, | 0:16:23 | 0:16:27 | |
decent not to fail in offices of tenderness, | 0:16:27 | 0:16:32 | |
and pay meet adoration to my household gods when I am gone. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:38 | |
He works his work, I mine. | 0:16:40 | 0:16:46 | |
There lies the port. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:53 | |
The vessel puffs her sail. | 0:16:53 | 0:16:56 | |
There gloom the dark broad seas. | 0:16:56 | 0:17:01 | |
My mariners, souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me, | 0:17:01 | 0:17:07 | |
that ever with a frolic welcome took the thunder and the sunshine, | 0:17:07 | 0:17:12 | |
and opposed free hearts, free foreheads. | 0:17:12 | 0:17:15 | |
You and I are old. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:18 | |
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil. | 0:17:18 | 0:17:23 | |
Death closes all, | 0:17:23 | 0:17:26 | |
but something ere the end, | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
some work of noble note may yet be done, | 0:17:28 | 0:17:33 | |
not unbecoming men that strove with gods. | 0:17:33 | 0:17:37 | |
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks. | 0:17:40 | 0:17:44 | |
The long day wanes. | 0:17:45 | 0:17:49 | |
The slow moon climbs. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:52 | |
The deep moans round with many voices. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:56 | |
Come, my friends, | 0:17:58 | 0:18:00 | |
'tis not too late to seek a newer world. | 0:18:00 | 0:18:04 | |
Push off and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows, | 0:18:04 | 0:18:09 | |
for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, | 0:18:09 | 0:18:13 | |
and the bars of all the western stars until I die. | 0:18:13 | 0:18:18 | |
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down. | 0:18:23 | 0:18:29 | |
It may be | 0:18:29 | 0:18:30 | |
we shall touch the happy isles | 0:18:30 | 0:18:33 | |
and see the great Achilles whom we knew. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:37 | |
Though much is taken, | 0:18:38 | 0:18:40 | |
much abides, | 0:18:40 | 0:18:43 | |
and though we are not now that strength | 0:18:43 | 0:18:47 | |
which in old days moved earth and heaven, | 0:18:47 | 0:18:51 | |
that which we are, we are. | 0:18:51 | 0:18:55 | |
One equal temper of heroic hearts | 0:18:55 | 0:19:01 | |
made weak by time and fate, | 0:19:01 | 0:19:05 | |
but strong in will | 0:19:05 | 0:19:08 | |
to strive, | 0:19:08 | 0:19:10 | |
to seek, | 0:19:10 | 0:19:12 | |
to find, | 0:19:12 | 0:19:15 | |
and not to yield. | 0:19:15 | 0:19:17 | |
O Melia, | 0:19:30 | 0:19:32 | |
my dear, this does everything crown, | 0:19:32 | 0:19:35 | |
who could have supposed I should meet you in town? | 0:19:35 | 0:19:40 | |
And whence such fair garments, such prosperity? | 0:19:40 | 0:19:45 | |
O didn't you know I'd been ruined? | 0:19:45 | 0:19:50 | |
..said she. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:51 | |
You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks, | 0:19:51 | 0:19:56 | |
tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks. | 0:19:56 | 0:20:00 | |
And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:07 | |
Yes, that's how we dress when we're ruined... | 0:20:07 | 0:20:11 | |
..said she. | 0:20:12 | 0:20:14 | |
At home in the barton you said "thee" and "thou", | 0:20:14 | 0:20:19 | |
and "thik oon" and "theas oon" and "t'other", | 0:20:19 | 0:20:21 | |
but now your talking quite fits 'ee for "high company". | 0:20:21 | 0:20:27 | |
Some polish is gained with one's ruin, | 0:20:27 | 0:20:30 | |
said she. | 0:20:30 | 0:20:32 | |
Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak, | 0:20:32 | 0:20:38 | |
but now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek, | 0:20:38 | 0:20:42 | |
and your little gloves fit as on any lady. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:47 | |
-We never do work when we're ruined, -said she. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:52 | |
You used to call home life a hag-ridden dream, | 0:20:52 | 0:20:56 | |
and you'd sigh and you'd sock, | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
but at present you seem to know not of megrims or melancholy. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:04 | |
True. One's pretty lively when ruined, | 0:21:04 | 0:21:09 | |
said she. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:12 | |
I wish I had feathers... | 0:21:12 | 0:21:15 | |
..a fine sweeping gown, | 0:21:16 | 0:21:18 | |
and a delicate face, and could strut about town. | 0:21:18 | 0:21:23 | |
My dear, | 0:21:23 | 0:21:25 | |
a raw country girl such as you be cannot quite expect that. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:30 | |
You ain't ruined... | 0:21:31 | 0:21:32 | |
..said she. | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, Lady, were no crime. | 0:21:54 | 0:22:01 | |
We would sit down and think which way to walk and pass our long love's day. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:06 | |
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side | 0:22:06 | 0:22:09 | |
shouldst rubies find. | 0:22:09 | 0:22:11 | |
I by the tide of Humber would complain. | 0:22:11 | 0:22:13 | |
I would love you ten years before the flood, and you should, | 0:22:13 | 0:22:19 | |
if you please, refuse | 0:22:19 | 0:22:23 | |
till the conversion of the Jews. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:25 | |
My vegetable love should grow vaster than empires, and more slow, | 0:22:25 | 0:22:32 | |
and hundred years should go to praise thine eyes | 0:22:32 | 0:22:35 | |
and on thy forehead gaze. | 0:22:35 | 0:22:39 | |
Two hundred to adore each breast, but thirty thousand to the rest. | 0:22:39 | 0:22:43 | |
An age at least to every part, | 0:22:45 | 0:22:47 | |
and the last age should show your heart. | 0:22:47 | 0:22:50 | |
For, Lady, you deserve this state, nor would I love at lower rate. | 0:22:50 | 0:22:55 | |
But at my back I always hear time's winged chariot hurrying near, | 0:22:55 | 0:23:00 | |
and yonder all before us lie deserts of vast eternity. | 0:23:00 | 0:23:06 | |
Thy beauty shall no more be found, | 0:23:06 | 0:23:09 | |
nor in thy marble vault shall sound my echoing song. | 0:23:09 | 0:23:13 | |
Then worms shall try that long preserved virginity... | 0:23:13 | 0:23:17 | |
...and your quaint honour turn to dust, and into ashes all my lust. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:24 | |
The grave's a fine and private place, but none, I think, do there embrace. | 0:23:24 | 0:23:30 | |
Now therefore, while the youthful hue sits on thy skin like morning dew, | 0:23:30 | 0:23:36 | |
and while thy willing soul transpires at every pore with instant fires, | 0:23:36 | 0:23:42 | |
now let us sport as well we may, and now, like amorous birds of prey, | 0:23:42 | 0:23:47 | |
rather at once our time devour than languish in his slow-chapt power. | 0:23:47 | 0:23:53 | |
Let us roll all our strength and all our sweetness up into one ball... | 0:23:53 | 0:23:58 | |
..and tear our pleasures with rough strife | 0:24:01 | 0:24:04 | |
through the iron gates of life. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
Thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still, | 0:24:06 | 0:24:08 | |
yet we will make him run. | 0:24:08 | 0:24:09 | |
Had we but world enough, and time, | 0:24:17 | 0:24:21 | |
this coyness, Lady, were no crime. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:24 | |
We would sit down and think which way to walk and pass our long love's day. | 0:24:24 | 0:24:30 | |
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side shouldst rubies find. | 0:24:30 | 0:24:35 | |
I by the tide of Humber would complain. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
I would love you ten years before the flood, | 0:24:38 | 0:24:42 | |
and you should, if you please, refuse till the conversion of the Jews. | 0:24:42 | 0:24:49 | |
My vegetable love should grow vaster than empires, and more slow, | 0:24:49 | 0:24:55 | |
and hundred years should go to praise thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze. | 0:24:55 | 0:25:00 | |
Two hundred to adore each breast, but thirty thousand to the rest. | 0:25:00 | 0:25:06 | |
An age at least to every part, and the last age should show your heart. | 0:25:06 | 0:25:12 | |
For, Lady, you deserve this state, nor would I love at lower rate. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:19 | |
But at my back I always hear time's winged chariot hurrying near, | 0:25:25 | 0:25:31 | |
and yonder all before us lie deserts of vast eternity. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:36 | |
Thy beauty shall no more be found, | 0:25:36 | 0:25:40 | |
nor in thy marble vault shall sound my echoing song. | 0:25:40 | 0:25:46 | |
Then worms shall try that long preserved virginity... | 0:25:46 | 0:25:50 | |
..and your quaint honour turn to dust, | 0:25:53 | 0:25:57 | |
and into ashes all my lust. | 0:25:57 | 0:26:00 | |
The grave's a fine and private place, but none, I think, do there embrace. | 0:26:00 | 0:26:07 | |
Now therefore, while the youthful hue sits on thy skin like morning dew, | 0:26:07 | 0:26:14 | |
and while thy willing soul transpires at every pore with instant fires... | 0:26:14 | 0:26:20 | |
..now let us sport us while we may, and now, like amorous birds of prey, | 0:26:22 | 0:26:28 | |
rather at once our time devour than languish in his slow-chapt power. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:35 | |
Let us roll all our strength and all our sweetness up into one ball, | 0:26:35 | 0:26:41 | |
and tear our pleasures with rough strife | 0:26:41 | 0:26:45 | |
through the iron gates of life. | 0:26:45 | 0:26:48 | |
Thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still, | 0:26:48 | 0:26:55 | |
yet we will make him run. | 0:26:55 | 0:26:58 | |
Go, lovely rose. | 0:27:18 | 0:27:21 | |
Tell her that wastes her time, and me, | 0:27:21 | 0:27:25 | |
that now she knows, when I resemble her to thee, | 0:27:25 | 0:27:30 | |
how sweet and fair she seems to be. | 0:27:30 | 0:27:33 | |
Tell her that's young, | 0:27:35 | 0:27:38 | |
and shuns to have her graces spied, | 0:27:38 | 0:27:40 | |
that hadst thou sprung in deserts where no men abide, | 0:27:40 | 0:27:45 | |
thou must have uncommended died. | 0:27:45 | 0:27:48 | |
Small is the worth of beauty from the light retired. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:55 | |
Bid her come forth, suffer herself to be desired, | 0:27:55 | 0:28:01 | |
and not blush so to be admired. | 0:28:01 | 0:28:05 | |
Then die, | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
that she the common fate of all things rare | 0:28:08 | 0:28:12 | |
may read in thee how small a part of time they share, | 0:28:12 | 0:28:19 | |
that are so wondrous, | 0:28:19 | 0:28:22 | |
sweet and fair. | 0:28:22 | 0:28:26 | |
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