《Song》约翰·但恩诗赏析

Song

Goe, and catche a falling starre,

Get with child a mandrake roote,

Tell me, where all past yeares are,

Or who cleft the Divels foot,

Teach me to heare Mermaides singing,　

Or to keep off envies stinging,

And finde

What winde

Serves to advance an honest minde.

If thou beest borne to strange sights,　

Things invisible to see,

Ride ten thousand daies and nights,

Till age snow white haires on thee,

Thou, when thou retorn'st, wilt tell mee

All strange wonders that befell thee,　

And sweare

No where

Lives a woman true, and faire.

If thou findst one, let mee know,

Such a Pilgrimage were sweet,　

Yet doe not, I would not goe,

Though at next doore wee might meet,

Though shee were true, when you met her,

And last, till you write your letter,

Yet shee　

Will bee

False, ere I come, to two, or three.