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It is curious that Shakespeare was never very religious, or very much concerned with religion. I think this was his greatness; he took human life largely as it was, and intruded himself as little upon the general scheme of things as he did upon the characters of his plays. Shakespeare was like Nature itself, and that is the greatest compliment(敬意) we can pay to a writer or thinker. He merely lived, observed life and went away.
but when he comes home at night he cannot sit down in a room alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, but must be where he can :see the folks,:” and recreate, and, as he thinks, remunerate([ri„mju:nəreit]补偿) himself for his day‟s solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and :the blues:; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer in his, and in turn seeks the same recreation and society that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed(更简洁的) form of it.
No one can say that life with childhood, manhood and old age is not a beautiful arrangement; the day has its morning, noon and sunset, and the year has its seasons, and it is good that it is so. There is no good or bad in life, except what is good according to its own season. And if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the seasons, no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny that human life can be lived like a poem. Shakespeare has expressed this idea more graphically in his passage about the seven stages of life, and a good many Chinese writers have said about the same thing.
the discordant(不协调的) note becomes harsher(刺耳的 ) and harsher and finally overwhelms or submerges the main melody. Sometimes the discordant note gains so much power that the music can no longer go on, and the individual shoots himself with a pistol or jump into a river. But that is because his original leitmotif(：[‘laitməu,ti:f]主乐调) has been hopelessly over-showed through the lack of a good self-educatruns to its normal end in kind of dignified movement and procession. There are sometimes in many of us too many staccatos([stə‟kɑ:təu] 断音，断奏) or impetuosos(急速的 音), and because the tempo(拍子) is wrong, the music is not pleasing to the ear; we might have more of the grand rhythm and majestic tempo o the Ganges, flowing slowly and eternally into the sea.
then In the sunset of our life, the endocrine(内分泌的 ) glands decrease their activity, and if we have a true philosophy of old age and have ordered our life pattern according to it, it is for us the age of peace and security and leisure and contentment; finally, life flickers out and one goes into eternal sleep, never to wake up again. One should be able to sense the beauty of this rhythm of life, to appreciate, as we do in grand symphonies, its main theme, its strains of conflict and the final resolution(分解). The movements of these cycles are very much the same in a normal life, but the music must be provided by the individual himself. In some souls,
·第十八篇：Solitude 独处
I find it wholesome(=beneficial) to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome(=tiring) and dissipating(消耗精力的). I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part(在极 大的程度上) more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene(插入 到两者之间) between a man and his fellows. The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives(闹区) of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish(僧人) in the desert. The farmer can work alone in the field or the woods all day, hoeing or chopping, and not feel lonesome, because he is employed;
Human Life a Poem 人生如诗
I think that, from a biological standpoint(观点), human life almost reads like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay. It begins with innocent childhood, followed by awkward adolescence trying awkwardly to adapt itself to mature society, with its young passions and follies(傻念头 ), its ideals and ambitions; then it reaches a manhood of intense activities, profiting from experience and learning more about society and human nature; at middle age, there is a slight easing of tension, a mellowing(成熟， 老练) of character like the ripening of fruit or the mellowing of good wine, and the gradual acquiring of a more tolerant, more cynical(愤世嫉俗的 ) and at the same time a kindlier(体贴的，亲切的) view of life;
Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are. We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open war. We meet at the post-office, and at the sociable, and about the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other‟s way, and stumble over one another(互相干扰，纠缠), and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another. Certainly less frequency would suffice for(满足) all important and hearty communications. Consider the girls in a factory---never alone, hardly in their dreams.