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Sonnet 54 by William Shakespeare

O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.

The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:

But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:

And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.

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54. szonett (Fordította: Győri Vilmos és Szász Károly)

Oh mennyivel szebb a szépség maga,
Ha ékítője a dicsőbb erény!
A rózsa szép, de lelke, jó szaga,
Még több bájt önt el gyönge levelén.

Csak oly piros a csipkerózsa is
Mint teljes kerti rózsa kebele;
Ugy megvan rajta a kaczér tövis;
Lágy nyári szellő úgy enyelg vele;

De minden becse szép szinében áll csak;
Él keresetlen, magában hal el:
Szép kerti rózsa, karján a halálnak,
Állandó, édes illatot lehel.

Igy lelked is; s ha bájad hervadott:
Dalom leszűri, mint az illatot!

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