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      Solitude (¿ÜÅçÀÌ »î) Laugh, and the world laughs with you; ¿ôÀ¸¶ó, ±×·¯¸é ¼¼»óµµ ±×´ë¿Í ÇÔ²² ¿ôÀ¸¸®¶ó . Weep, and you weep alone. ¿ï¾î¶ó, ±×·¯¸é ±×´ë´Â Ȧ·Î ¿ï¸®¶ó For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, ½½ÇÁ°Ô ´Ä¾î¹ö¸° ÀÌ ¼¼»ó ¿ôÀ½Àº ¸ðÀÚ¶ó³ª But has trouble enough of its own. ±× ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ±«·Î¿ò ÀÌ¹Ì ³ÑÄ¡°í ³ÑÄ£´Ù. Sing, and the hills will answer; ³ë·¡Ç϶ó, ±×·¯¸é ¾ð´öµéÀÌ ÀÀ´äÇϸ®¶ó Sigh, it is lost on the air. ź½ÄÇ϶ó, ÇѼûÀº Çã°ø¿¡ Èð¾îÁö°í ¸¸´Ù. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, ¸Þ¾Æ¸®µéÀº Áñ°Å¿î ¼Ò¸®¿¡ ÃãÀ» Ã߸®¶ó, But shrink from voicing care. ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±Ù½ÉÀ» Åä·ÎÇÏ¸é ¿õÅ©¸®°í ¸»¸®¶ó Rejoice, and men will seek you; ±â»µÇ϶ó, ±×·¯¸é »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ±×´ë¸¦ ãÀ¸¸®¶ó Grieve, and they turn and go. ½½ÆÛÇ϶ó, ±×·¯¸é ±×µéÀº µ¹¾Æ¼­ °¡¹ö¸°´Ù. They want full measure of all your pleasure, »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×´ëÀÇ Áñ°Å¿òÀ» ÇѲ¯ ¿øÇÏÁö¸¸ But they do not need your woe. ±×´ëÀÇ °íÅëÀº ÇÊ¿ä·Î ÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù . Be glad, and your friends are many; Áñ°Å¿öÇ϶ó, ±×·¯¸é Ä£±¸µéÀÌ ´Ã¾î³¯ °ÍÀÌ´Ù. Be sad, and you lose them all. ½½ÆÛÇ϶ó, ±×·¯¸é ±×µéÀ» ´Ù ÀÒ°í ¸» °ÍÀÌ´Ù There are none to decline your nectared wine, ±×´ë°¡ ±ÇÇÏ´Â ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ¼ú ¾Æ¹«µµ °ÅÀýÇÏ´Â ÀÌ ¾øÀ¸³ª But alone you must drink life's gall. ÀλýÀÇ ¾´ ÀÜÀº ±×´ë Ȧ·Î µéÀÌÄÑ¾ß Çϸ®¶ó Feast, and your halls are crowded; ÀÜÄ¡Ç϶ó, ±×·¯¸é ±×´ëÀÇ ¹æµéÀº ¹Ù±Û°Å¸®¸®¶ó . Fast, and the world goes by. Àý½ÄÇ϶ó, ±×·¯¸é ¼¼»óÀº Áö³ª°¡°í ¸¸´Ù. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, ¼º°øÇÏ¿© º£Ç®¶ó, ±×·¯¸é ±×´ëÀÇ »î¿¡ µµ¿ò µÇ¸®¶ó. But no man can help you die. ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾Æ¹«µµ ±×´ëÀÇ Á×À½Àº µµ¿ÍÁÖÁö ¸øÇÑ´Ù There is room in the halls of pleasure Áñ°Å¿òÀÇ ¹æµé¿£ ¿©À¯°¡ ÀÖ¾î For a long and lordly train, ±æ°í À§¾ö ÀÖ´Â Çà·ÄÀ» µéÀÏ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù. But one by one we must all file on ÇÏÁö¸¸ Á¼°í ±ä °íÅëÀÇ Åë·Î¸¦ ÅëÇؼ­´Â Through the narrow aisles of pain. ¿ì¸®´Â ÇÑ »ç¶÷¾¿ ÇÑ ÁÙ·Î Áö³ª°¥ ¼ö¹Û¿¡ ¾ø´Ù -¿¤·¯ ÈÙ·¯ ÀªÄÛ½º( Ella Wheeler Wilcox)