<div><br></div>Virtue<br>by George Herbert (1593-1633)<br>Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,<br>The bridal of the earth and sky;<br>The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,<br>For thou must die.<br><br>Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, <br>Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye; <br>The root is ever in its grave, <br>And thou must die. <br><br>Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, <br>A box where sweets compacted lie; <br>My music shows ye have your closes, <br>And all must die. <br><br>Only a sweet and virtuous soul, <br>Like seasoned timber, never gives; <br>But though the whole world turn to coal, <br>Then chiefly lives. <div><br></div><div>音頻請(qǐng)點(diǎn)擊：<a href="https://music.163.com/#/radio?id=794483674&userid=346736762" target="_blank" class="link"><i class="iconfont icon-iconfontlink"> </i>網(wǎng)易云鏈接</a></div>