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Love is too young to know what conscience is;
雖說愛神太幼小，不懂得什么叫良心，
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
可是誰不知良心原是愛心所生？
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
那么溫柔的騙子你可別揪住我的錯處，
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
謹防它成為你也曾犯罪的鐵證。
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
因為你騙了我，我也與粗鄙肉體聯手
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
騙我那更高貴的部分——我的靈魂。
My soul doth tell my body that he may
我的靈魂告訴肉體它可以情場獲勝，
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
而那一塊肉卻急迫地等不及聲明，
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
一聽到你的名宇便昂首指向你，
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
你是它的戰利品；瞧它躊躇滿志之情，
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
它多么樂于做你可憐的奴隸，
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
挺立于你的事務，并癱倒于你身
No want of conscience hold it that I call
天地良心，我當無愧地它作愛，
Her love for whose dear love I rise and fall.
為了她那寶貝，我總是上下升沉。
