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I never saw that you did painting need
從來不覺得你需要畫眉敷粉，
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
所以我從來不往你臉上貼金；
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
我發現或自以為發現，你的豐采
The barren tender of a poet's debt;
使詩人們報恩的頌詞更美妙十分。
And therefore have I slept in your report,
于是我忙里偷閑暫停把你歌唱，
That you yourself being extant well might show
好讓活生生的你把自己的美證明。
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
時下搖鵝毛管的人顯得多么愚笨，
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
空嚷嚷你有美德卻愈說愈說不清。
This silence for my sin you did impute,
你將我一時沉默看作是我的過錯，
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb;
其實我裝聾作啞更添我榮光數層。
For I impair not beauty being mute,
因為我隱忍不發璧全你美色無雙，
When others would give life and bring a tomb.
他人欲錦上添花反害了卿卿性命。
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
你即使一只眼眸也暗藏生機萬點，
Than both your poets can in praise devise.
遠勝我輩詩人，徒奉頌詞三千。
