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Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
唉，為什么他會棲身濁世，
And with his presence grace impiety,
其豐采令朽腐亦假作神奇，
That sin by him advantage should achieve
靠他的蔭庇罪惡亦討得便宜，
And lace itself with his society?
和他套近乎美稱為近朱者赤。
Why should false painting imitate his cheek
為什么騙人的畫師取像于他的真容，
And steal dead seeing of his living hue?
從他那豐神俊采里只偷去僵死的形式？
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
既然他的玫瑰才是真玫瑰，為什么
Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
可憐的美卻繞道追尋玫瑰的影子？
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
造化天趣已喪，再無活血在血管中奔流，
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
為什么他還要茍安于世？
For she hath no excheckr now but his,
因為她只能從他獲得美泉如注，
And, proud of many, lives upon his gains.
雖曾有風情萬種，現在都唯他可依。
O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
她珍藏了他的以證明許久許久以前，
In days long since, before these last so bad.
她并非如此匱乏，而是富麗無此。
