莎士比亚英文诗

Would I were dead,if God's good will were so,
For what is in this world but grief and woe?
O God! me thinks it were a happy life
To be no better than a homely swain;
To sit upon a hill,as I do now,
To carve out dials quaintly,point by point,
There by to see the minutes how they run-
How many makes the hours full complete,
How many hours brings about the day,
How many days will finish up the year,
How many years a mortal man may live;
When this is known,then to divide the times-
So many hours must I tend my flock,
So many hours must I take my rest,
So many hours must I contemplate,
So many hours must I sport myself;
So many days my ewes have been with young,
So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean,
So minutes,hours,weeks,mounths,and years,
Passed over to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs upto a quiet grave.
Ah,what a life were this! how sweet,how lovely!