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В последнем классе школы я работал
экскурсоводом - то есть по Москве
водил отроковиц и обормотов;
за выходные - группу или две,
обычно почему-то из Сибири.
Я помню, как-то раз они со мной
бабищу белую восторженно слепили,
поскольку дома снег у них цветной.
Когда погода становилась злее,
я предлагал им прятаться в музей,
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All the world’s a stage
What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division.
Our mothers’ wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
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ЖЗЛ
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My body in the walls captived
Feels not the wounds of spiteful envy,
But my thralled mind, of liberty deprived,
Fast fettered in her ancient memory,
Doth naught behold but sorrow's dying face.
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Sir Walter Ralegh to his son
Three things there be that prosper up apace
And flourish, whilst they grow a sunder far,
But on a day, they meet all in one place,
And when they meet, they one another mar;
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Even such is Time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
But from which earth and grave and dust
The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.ᴵ
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Пусть время жадно заберёт
всю нашу радость, юность, силу
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Nature, that washed her hands in milk
And had forgot to dry them,
Instead of earth took snow and silk
At Love's request to try them,
If she a mistress could compose
To please Love's fancy out of those.
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The excuse
Calling to mind mine eye long went about
T’ entice my heart to seek to leave my breast,
All in a rage I thought to pull it out,
By whose device I lived in such unrest.
What could it say to purchase so my grace?
Forsooth, that it had seen my mistress’ face.
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To the translator of Lucan
Had Lucan hid the truth to please the time,
He had been too unworthy of thy pen,
Who never sought nor ever cared to climb
Hy flattery, or seeking worthless men.
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The advice
Many desire, but few or none deserve
To win the fort of thy most constant will:
Therefore take heed, let fancy never swerve
But unto him that will defend thee still.
For this be sure, the fort of fame once won,
Farewell the rest, thy happy days are done.
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