Luyện nghe bài hát Vi. Sun Ascension B - (sonnet Cxxvi)

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy
hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers as thy sweet self grow'st;
If Nature, sovereign over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will thee back,
She thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched kill.
Yet her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep, her
Her audit, delay'd, answer'd must be,
And her quietus is to thee.