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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
我們總愿美的物種繁衍昌盛，
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
好讓美的玫瑰永遠也不凋零。
But as the riper should by time decease,
縱然時序難逆，物壯必老，
His tender heir might bear his memory;
自有年輕的子孫來一脈相承。
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
而你，卻只與自己的明眸定婚，
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
焚身為火，好燒出眼中的光明。
Making a famine where abundance lies,
你與自我為敵，作踐甜蜜的自身，
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
有如在豐饒之地偏造成滿目饑民。
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
你是當今世界鮮美的裝飾，
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
你是錦繡春光里報春的先行。
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
你用自己的花苞埋葬了自己的花精，
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
如慷慨的吝嗇者用吝嗇將血本賠盡。
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
可憐這個世界吧，否則你就無異貪夫，
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
不留遺嗣在人間，只落得蕭條葬孤墳。
