A nd the fading flower of the beauty of his glory That on the head of the fat valley, Hath been as its first-fruit before summer, That its beholder seeth, While it yet in his hand he swalloweth it.
su espléndida hermosura, que no es sino una flor caduca sobre la cumbre del fértil valle, será como la fruta temprana, la primera del verano, que en cuanto alguien la ve, la corta y se la traga.
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