lunes, 18 de noviembre de 2013

Al que ingrato me deja, busco amante...

Al que ingrato me deja, busco amante;
al que amante me sigue, dejo ingrata;
constante adoro a quien mi amor maltrata;
maltrato a quien mi amor busca constante.
Al que trato de amor, hallo diamante,
y soy diamante al que de amor me trata;
y mato al que me quiere ver triunfante.
Si a ésta pago, padece mi deseo;
si ruego a aquél, mi pundonor enojo:
de entrambos modos infeliz me veo.
Pero yo, por mejor partido, escojo
de quien no quiero, ser violento empleo,
que, de quien no me quiere, vil despojo.

Sonetos - Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz




lunes, 11 de noviembre de 2013

Sigh no more, ladies

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;
    Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
    To one thing constant never;
        Then sigh not so,
        But let them go,
    And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
    Into. Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,
    Or dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
    Since summer first was leavy.
        Then sigh not so, 
        But let them go,
    And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
    Into. Hey, nonny, nonny.


Balthasar in Much Ado About Nothing,ii.3 - William Shakespeare
 
 


viernes, 1 de noviembre de 2013

And will he not come again?

And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away and moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul !

Ophelia In
Hamlet, iv.5