Shakespeare

                                    LXXV. Szonett

Az vagy nekem, mint testnek a keny�r
S tavaszi z�por f�szere a f�ldnek;
Lelkem miattad �r�k harcban �l,
Mint f�sv�ny, kit p�nze gondja �l meg;

Csupa f�ny �s boldogs�g b�szke elm�m,
Majd f�l: az id� ellop, eltemet;
Csak az eny�m l�gy, n�ha azt szeretn�m,
Majd, hogy a vil�g l�ssa kincsemet;

Arcod var�zsa csordultig bet�lt
S egy pillant�sod�rt is sorvadok;
Nincs m�s, nem is akarok m�s gy�ny�rt,
Csak amit t�led kaptam s m�g kapok.

Koldus-szeg�ny kir�lyi gazdagon,
R�szeg vagyok‚ s mindig szomjazom.

Shakespeare

                               sonnet  LXXV.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;

Now proud as an enjoyer and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.

Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.