少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
MAY 13.
You ask if you shall send me books. My dear friend, I beseech you,for the love of God, relieve me from such a yoke! I need no moreto be guided, agitated, heated. My heart ferments sufficiently ofitself. I want strains to lull me, and I find them to perfectionin my Homer. Often do I strive to allay the burning fever of myblood; and you have never witnessed anything so unsteady, souncertain, as my heart. But need I confess this to you, my dearfriend, who have so often endured the anguish of witnessing mysudden transitions from sorrow to immoderate joy, and from sweetmelancholy to violent passions? I treat my poor heart like a sickchild, and gratify its every fancy. Do not mention this again:there are people who would censure me for it.