Sonnet 116 Novels & Stories

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

L’oiseau que tu croyais surprendre Battit de l'aile et s’envola. L’amour est loin, tu peux l’attendre. Tu ne l’attends pas, il est là. Tout autour de toi, vite vite, Il vient, s’en va, puis revient. Tu crois le tenir, il t’evite. Tu crois l’eviter, il te tient. L’amour! L’amour! L’amour! L’amour! L’amour est enfant de Bohême, Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi.

Love, like a beggar, came to me With hose and doublet torn: His shirt bedangling from his knee, With hat and shoes outworn. He ask'd an alms; I gave him bread, And meat too, for his need: Of which, when he had fully fed, He wished me all good speed. Away he went, but as he turn'd (In faith I know not how) He touch'd me so, as that I burn['d], And am tormented now.

"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee. Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

Dia membaca dengan nada dan intonasi yang diatur sedemikian rupa : Cinta dan Kejayaan Di atas tanah yang subur, Terpendam anugerah yang terkubur. Tanah Glory akan menjadi darah, Karena musuh yang serakah. Suatu saat nanti, aku harap dari keturunanku, seorang raja yang menggali anugerah, dan menumpas mereka yang serakah. Marvin menunduk beberapa detik, lalu kembali mengedarkan pandangan ke semua orang dan berkata, “Sekian. Sebuah puisi yang berjudul Cinta dan Kejayaan, karya Sang Pangeran Terbuang.”

Seketika kuntumnya kembali mekar dan segera seperti baru dipetik. ”Kau pernah memberikan bunga ini kepadaku ketika di lembah Bloom Forest. Di antara semua bunga, kau paling menyukai ini. Kau bilang ini melambangkan cinta yang abadi. Aromanya tak pernah pudar seperti cintaku padamu. Kendatipun kau tak mengenali aku, tetapi aku selalu mengenalimu.”

“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.” (Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?__Sonet 116. Cinta sejati tidak berubah hanya karena keadaan berubah. Kesetiaan adalah bentuk pengorbanan paling sunyi.) … Nathan panik melihat wajah kakaknya yang sendu. “Kenapa? Apa kau terluka?”