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<p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;"><b>SONNET 151<br>Love is too young to know what conscience is;<br>Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love?<br>Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,<br>Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.<br>For thou betraying me, I do betray<br>My nobler part to my gross body's treason;<br>My soul doth tell my body that he may<br>Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,<br>But rising at thy name, doth point out thee<br>As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,<br>He is contented thy poor drudge to be,<br>To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.<br>No want of conscience hold it that I call<br>Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.<br></b><b>作者介绍</b>：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564-1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家，欧洲文艺复兴时期最重要、最伟大的作家；</p><p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16...