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Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
可憐的靈魂，罪惡軀體的中心，
these rebel powers that thee array;
反叛的情欲纏繞著你全身，
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
為什么你這樣深心里強(qiáng)忍饑寒，
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
卻又竭力在軀殼上涂脂抹粉？
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
人生苦短，又何須惜這副臭皮囊，
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
為它花盡你庫藏的金銀？
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
到頭來，無非是尸蟲承繼你的豪奢，
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
饕餮你的貴體，敢問皮囊安存？
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
靈魂啊，你何妨借軀殼的損耗而偷生，
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
他會(huì)瘦，但卻增加你庫內(nèi)的收成：
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
用時(shí)間的碎銀買進(jìn)永生，
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
休管那堂堂儀表，只要能喂飽靈魂。
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
于是你將吃掉以人為食的死神，
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
死神一死，世上就不再有死亡發(fā)生。
