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Those hours that with gentle work did frame,
時光老人曾用精雕細刻
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
刻出這眾目所歸的美顏，
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
也會對它施暴虐于某一天，
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
叫傾國之貌轉眼丑態畢現。
For never-resting Time leads summer on,
因為那周流不息的時光將夏季
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
帶到可憎的冬季里摧殘，
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
令霜凝樹脂，叫茂葉枯卷，
Beauty o'ersnowed and bareness everywhere.
使雪掩美色，呈萬里荒原。
Then, were not summer's distillation left
那時若沒有把夏季的香精
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
提煉成破璃瓶中的液體囚犯，
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
美的果實亦將隨美而消殞，
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
那時美和美的回憶都成過眼云煙。
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,
但如果花經提煉，縱使遇到冬天,
Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.
雖失掉外表，骨子里卻仍然清甜。
