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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
毋須再為你的所作所為悲傷：
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
玫瑰有剌，明泉也免不了流沙浪，
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
烏云和日蝕月蝕會讓日月無光，
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
可惡的蚊蟲會在嬌蕾里躲藏。
All men make faults, and even I in this,
人人有過失，我也一樣：
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
為文過飾非，不惜濫打比方，
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
自我貶損為的是開脫你的罪狀，
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
你過失萬千，我絕不將你問罪公堂。
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
對于你的浪蕩之行我詳加體諒，
Thy adverse party is thy advocate,
我這作原告的反為你辯護伸張，
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
我提起訴訟，告的卻是我自己，
Such civil war is in my love and hate
我的愛和恨就這樣掀起一場內仗。
That I an accessary needs must be
到頭來，我落得淪為你的幫兇，
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
幫你這甜偷兒無情打劫自已的心房。
