20201106 Friday
Sonnet 82
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise;
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.
And do so, love; yet when they have devis’d,
What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz’d
In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better usd
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abusd.
have the upper hand 優位に立つ
Fox draws Trump campaign’s ire after calling Arizona for Biden
ire anger ./ άɪɚ / (米国英語)/ άɪə / (英国英語)
Dismissing claims from Trump’s team that they could still edge ahead in the ultra-close race as more votes were counted, a visibly exasperated Mishkin pushed back and said the objections were like talking about what would happen “if a frog had wings”.
Exasperate ɪgzˈæspərèɪt / (米国英語)/ ɪˈgzæspɜ:ˌeɪt / (英国英語) 憤怒
