'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
For why should others false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
For why should others false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
Уж лучше грешным быть, чем грешным слыть.
Напраслина страшнее обличенья.
И гибнет радость, коль ее судить
Должно не наше, а чужое мненье.
Как может взгляд чужих порочных глаз
Щадить во мне игру горячей крови?
Пусть грешен я, но не грешнее вас,
Мои шпионы, мастера злословья.
Я - это я, а вы грехи мои
По своему равняете примеру.
Но, может быть, я прям, а у судьи
Неправого в руках кривая мера,
И видит он в любом из ближних ложь,
Поскольку ближний на него похож!
C. Маршак
http://english-2days.narod.ru
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