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William Shakespeare: "You can fall in love with beauty, but love is only a soul!"

Deep traces of forty winters
Who will remember the royal outfit
Abhorring your miserable rags?
 
And to the question: "Where are they hiding now?
Remains of the beauty of happy years? "-
What do you say? At the bottom of dying eyes?
But your answer will be an evil mockery.
 
The words would be more worthy:
"You look at my children.
My former freshness is alive in them,
They justify my old age. "
 
Let the blood get cold over the years
In your heir burns again!
 
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You see the beautiful look in the mirror
And if you repeat, do not rush
You’ll offend your traits, nature
You will deprive a woman of blessings.
 
Which mortal will not be glad
Give you a pristine novice?
Or you don’t need immortality, -
So great is your love for yourself?
 
For maternal eyes you are a reflection
Long flashed April days.
And you will find comfort under old age
In the same windows of your youth.
 
But, limiting life to his fate,
You yourself will die, and your image is with you.
 
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Like that actor who,
Losing the thread of a long familiar role,
Like that madman that falling into anger
In excess of strength, it loses willpower, -
 
So I am silent, not knowing what to say,
Not because the heart has cooled.
No, it puts a stamp on my mouth
My love, which has no limit.
 
So let the book speak to you.
Let her, my silent intercessor,
Comes to you with confession and supplication
 
And fair demands reckoning.
Will you read the words of dumb love?
Can you hear my voice through your eyes?
 
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Wake up love! Is your tip
Dumb, than the sting of hunger and thirst?
No matter how plentiful the food and drink,
You can’t get enough once and for all.
 
So is love. Her hungry look
Today is satisfied to fatigue,
And tomorrow again you are embraced by fire,
Born for burning, not corruption.
 
So love is dear to us
Let the ocean be the hour of separation
Let the two, going ashore,
Hands extend to each other.
 
Let this hour be the winter cold
So that spring warms us warm!
 
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If you stop loving - so now,
Now that the whole world is in contention with me.
Be the bitter of my losses
But not the last straw of sorrow!
 
And if sorrow is given to overcome me,
Do not strike from an ambush.
May the stormy night not be allowed
On a rainy morning - in the morning without joy.
 
Leave me, but not at the last moment
When from minor troubles I weaken.
Leave now so that I immediately realize
That this grief of all adversities is more painful
 
That there is no adversity, but there is one misfortune -
Your love is lost forever.
 
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I love - but less often I talk about it,
I love more tenderly, but not for many eyes.
The one in the light trades
Flaunts my whole soul.
 
I met you with a song as a hello
When love was new to us.
So the nightingale thunders at midnight
In the spring, but forgets the flute in the summer.
 
The night will not lose its charm,
When his outpouring ceases.
But the music, sounding from all branches,
 
The usual becoming, loses its charm.
And I fell silent like a nightingale:
I sang my own and do not sing anymore.
 
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Her eyes don't look like stars
You can’t call a mouth a coral,
No snow-white shoulders open skin,
And a black wire curls a strand.
 
With a damask rose, scarlet or white,
You can not compare the shade of these cheeks.
And the body smells like the body smells
Not like violets a delicate petal.
 
You will not find perfect lines in it,
A special light on the brow.
I don’t know how the goddesses walk
 
But sweetheart steps on the ground.
And all the same, she will hardly give in to those
Whom in the lush comparisons lied.