Quem é Silvia?
Quem é Sílvia? O que ela oculta...
em si, pois tudo a exalta?
Ela é pura, bela, culta
e, como não tem falta,
qualquer moço, ao vê-la, exulta.
Será doce como é bela?
Beleza inclui doçura.
Cego, o Amor, tão logo apela
a seu olhar, se cura
e hoje habita os olhos dela.
Louvemos Sílvia, senhores,
porque Sílvia supera
quanto vive, até os melhores
mortais aqui da Terra,
e coroemo-la de flores.
WHO is Silvia? What is she?
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.
William Shakespeare
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