21 未来的时代谁会相信我的诗 Who will believe my verse in time to come by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 17 by William Shakespeare

Who will believe my verse in time to come

If it were filled with your most high deserts?

Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb

Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,

And in fresh numbers number all your graces,

The age to come would say, "This poet lies,

Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces."

So should my papers, yellowed with their age,