Shakespeare's Sonnets1 memory, content, increase, fresh, desire

比林

Form fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe , to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornment
And only herald to the gaudy spring
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And,tender churl , mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity thr world , or else this giutton be;
To eat the world's due , by the grave and thee.   


                                                                                 (文章内有些单词历史比较久远，有兴趣的话大家可以去百度搜搜释义）

kobe

tender 温柔的

Q先生

this poem is so complicated