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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
呵你，好男友，時間的鐮刀和沙漏
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
現在都已牢牢地受制于你的雙手，
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
時光的飛逝正反照出你在茁壯成長，
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
你的情人在凋零，你自己卻蒸蒸日上。
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
如果掌握生殺予奪大權的自然
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
把你從人生的路上往回驅趕，
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
那她只是為保存你而讓你看到
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
她的絕技能使時間倒流、殺退分秒。
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
你雖是她寵兒卻也會懼怕她的權威，
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
她能暫留卻不能長保其寵愛的寶貝。
Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,
她盡可以拖欠時光卻總歸會還清賬目，
And her quietus is to render thee.
清償的日子一到，她只有把你交出。
