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What is your substance, whereof are you made,
你的本質是什么？由什么材料構成，
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
為何有千萬個他者之影侍奉在你身邊?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
既然每一個人只可能有一個形影，
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
為什么你一個人卻能夠出借影子萬千？
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
為阿多尼斯寫生吧，而他的肖像
Is poorly imitated after you;
不過是你這原型的拙劣摸仿。
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
縱使在海倫的額上濫施盡美容絕技，
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
描出的肖像也只是穿上希臘古裝的你。
Speak of the spring and foison of the year;
即使用春媚秋豐作個比方，
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
前者只是你美色的投影，
The other as your bounty doth appear;
后者只是你豐饒的表象，
And you in every blessed shape we know.
世間萬美無非是你的變形。
In all external grace you have some part,
大千世界的嫵媚無不與你相通，
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
說起忠誠守節，卻無人與你相同。
