把这一句，留给此刻的你
O let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more expressed. O learn to read what silent love hath writ; To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
啊，让我的书成为我雄辩的雄辩和无言的预言吧，它们预示着我那会说话的胸脯，它们祈求爱，它们期待着比那已表达得更多的语言更多的报偿。啊，学习阅读那无言的爱的令状;用眼睛听，是爱情的智慧。