Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view

Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;

All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,

Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.

Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;

But those same tongues that give thee so thine own

In other accents do this praise confound

By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.

They look into the beauty of thy mind,

And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;

Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,

To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:

But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,

The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.

你那眾目共睹的無(wú)瑕的芳容，

誰(shuí)的心思都不能再加以增改；

眾口，靈魂的聲音，都一致贊同：

赤的真理，連仇人也無(wú)法掩蓋。

這樣，表面的贊揚(yáng)載滿你儀表；

但同一聲音，既致應(yīng)有的崇敬，

便另?yè)Q口吻去把這贊揚(yáng)勾消，

當(dāng)心靈看到眼看不到的內(nèi)心。

它們向你那靈魂的美的海洋

用你的操行作測(cè)量器去探究，

于是吝嗇的思想，眼睛雖大方，

便加給你的鮮花以野草的惡臭：

　　為什么你的香味趕不上外觀？

　　土壤是這樣，你自然長(zhǎng)得平凡。