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      Восстав из мёртвых в страшный день суда,

      Узнаешь, что в сонетах жил всегда.

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      Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said

      Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,

      Which but today by feeding is allayed,

      Tomorrow sharp'ned in his former might.

      So, love, be thou: although today thou fill

      Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,

      Tomorrow see again, and do not kill

      The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness:

      Let this sad int'rim like the ocean be

      Which parts the shore, where two contracted new

      Come daily to the banks, that when they see

      Return of love, more blest may be the view;

      As call it winter, which being full of care,

      Makes summers welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.

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      Любовь моя, возобнови свой пыл,

      Не дай сказать, что аппетит острее,

      Объестся так, что белый свет не мил,

      А утром встанет вдвое голоднее.