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Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
我的詩何以這樣缺乏新鮮花樣，
So far from variation or quick change?
這樣缺乏變化或敏捷的才思？
Why with the time do I not glance aside,
我對時髦作風何以不加模仿，
To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?
使用新奇筆調或詭異的復合名詞？
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
我為什么寫法總是千篇一律，
And keep invention in a noted weed,
有所創作總是穿著陳舊衣裳，
That every word doth almost tell my name,
每個字幾乎可以宣示我的名字，
Showing their, birth, and where they did proceed?
露出身份以及來自何方？
O know, sweet love, I always write of you,
你要知道，愛人，我寫的永遠是你，
And you and love are still my argument,
你與愛永遠是我的題材；
So all my best is dressing old words new,
我擅長的是把舊詞變成新的，
Spending again what is already spent:
已經用過的不妨再用一回：
For as the sun is daily new and old,
太陽每日出沒，新舊遞嬗，
So is my love still telling what is told.
我的愛也永遠是老調重彈。
