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If my dear love were but the child of state,
假如我的真愛只結胎于時勢和環境，
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'
它就是命運的私生子，找不到父親，
As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,
或賤如野草，或躋身麗苑，
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.
升沉冷暖只依靠與世浮沉。
No, it was builded far from accident;
哦，不，我的愛不會受機緣的影響，
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
它既不會因順境而反遭厄運，
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
也不會潦倒于憤世之積怨不平，
Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:
這種不平是流行于本朝的憂郁病。
It fears not policy, that heretic,
它不懼怕那些患得患失的弄權者，
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
恰如異教徒出租房屋賺取片時碎金。
But all alone stands hugely politic,
不，它只是卓然鼎立，遠慮深謀，
That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
不因熱而長，也不遭溺于雨淋。
To this I witness call the fools of time,
為我的話作證吧，為世所愛憎的癡人，
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
你們或為善而死，或至今為惡而生。
