The Merchant of Venice

In sooth I know not why I am so sad, It wearies me: you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuffe 'tis made of, whereof it is borne, I am to learn: and such a Want-wit sadnesse makes of mee, That I have much ado to know my selfe

说实话，我不知道我为什么这么忧伤，这让我感到疲倦：你说这让你感到疲倦；但我如何得到它，发现它，或偶然得到它，它是由什么构成的，我必须学习：这种愚蠢的忧伤让我感到困惑，以至于我很难认识自己

Your minde is tossing on the Ocean, There where your Argosies with portly saile Like Signiors and rich Burgers on the flood, Or as it were the Pageants of the sea, Do ouer-peere the pettie Traffiquers That curtsie to them, do them reuerence As they flye by them with their wouen wings

你的心思在海洋上飘荡，在那里你的大船张着丰满的帆，就像海上显赫的贵族和富有的市民，或者说就像海上的游行队伍，他们俯瞰着那些小商人，向他们鞠躬，向他们致敬，当他们带着编织的翅膀飞过他们时