Machine Shakespeare III: Shakespeare Harder
Kategorien: Sprache, Python, gedichtet

Da im Kommentar zu Machine Shakespeare I das Muster entschlüsselt wurde, hier ein weiterer Shakespeare, diesmal in HARDER. (Finalcoupletzeilen.)

 

    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee,
        As any she belied with false compare.
    Thine, by thy beauty being false to me,
        Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
   
    By self-example mayst thou be denied,
        And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold!
    Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide;
        So is my love still telling what is told.
   
    All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
        For thee and for myself no quiet find,
    Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain!
        Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.
   
    The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise,
    Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

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