[ar:Cleo Laine]
[al:The Collection]
[ti:My Love Is As A Fever Sonnet No 147]
[tool:鐏噷鐨勬瓕璇嶆粴鍔ㄥК]
[00:15.763] My love is as a fever, longing still
[00:23.308] For that which longer nurseth the disease,
[00:31.142] Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
[00:38.161] Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
[00:46.900] My reason, the physician to my love,
[00:54.465] Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
[01:02.248] Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
[01:10.904] Desire is death, which physic did except.
[01:18.911] Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
[01:26.210] And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
[01:34.865] My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
[01:42.660] At random from the truth vainly expressed:
[01:49.959] For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
[02:06.569] Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
[02:20.763]【译者：辜正坤，北大外语学院世界文学研究所教授、博导、所长，中国外国文学学会莎士比亚研究会会长。】