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    笔趣阁手机端    http://m.biquwu.cc        留声机中的古典音乐在一个逼仄的屋子中汲汲流淌，昏黄色的灯光，灯罩下挂着几只飞蛾装饰，桌子上，堆满书籍，屋子到处都贴着便签纸。

    一个头发胡子都花白的白人老人，伏案写着些什么东西，是一首十四行诗：

    DeathBeNotProud

    Deathbenotproud,thoughsomehavecalledthee

    Mightyanddreadful,for,thouartnotso,

    For,those,whomthouthink‘st,thoudostoverthrow,

    Dienot,poordeath,noryetcanstthoukillme;

    Fromrestandsleep,whichbutthypicturesbe,

    Muchpleasure,thenfromthee,muchmoremustflow,

    Andsoonestourbestmenwiththeedogo,

    Restoftheirbones,andsoul‘sdelivery.

    Thouartslavetofate,chance,kings,anddesperatemen,

    Anddostwithpoison,war,andsicknessdwell,

    Andpoppy,orcharmscanmakeussleepaswell,

    Andbetterthanthystroak;

    whyswell‘stthouthen?Oneshortsleeppast,wewakeeternally,

    Anddeathshallbenomore;Death,thoushaltdie.

    翻译过来大概是这样的：

    死神，你莫骄傲

    死神，你莫骄傲，尽管有人说你，

    如何强大，如何可怕，你并不是这样；

    你以为你把谁谁谁打倒了，其实，
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