I grant thou wert not married to my Muse

And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook

The dedicated words which writers use

Of their fair subject, blessing every book

Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,

Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,

And therefore art enforced to seek anew

Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days

And do so, love; yet when they have devised

What strained touches rhetoric can lend,

Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized

In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;

And their gross painting might be better used

Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.

我承認你并沒有和我的詩神

結同心，因而可以絲毫無愧恧

去俯覽那些把你作主題的詩人

對你的贊美，褒獎著每本詩集。

你的智慧和姿色都一樣出眾，

又發覺你的價值比我的贊美高，

因而你不得不到別處去追蹤

這邁進時代的更生動的寫照。

就這么辦，愛呵，但當他們既已

使盡了浮夸的辭藻把你刻劃，

真美的你只能由真誠的知己

用真樸的話把你真實地表達；

　　他們的濃脂粉只配拿去染紅

　　貧血的臉頰；對于你卻是濫用。