Shakespeare (Sonnet 104)

Hace poco, alguien me recordaba unas palabras de Shakespeare que, había olvidado.

Sé que no es una coincidencia sin más, esas palabras forman parte del Soneto 104 de William Shakespeare, creo que las he leído hace poco, seguramente en la red, en algún lugar, pero no logro recordar dónde y precisamente en esta charla.... Dejavu...

Sonnet 104

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,

Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;

Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

En este ENLACE podréis encontrar una traducción al Inglés contemporáneo.