FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby¹ beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe², to thy sweet self too cruel.

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament³

And only herald⁴ to the gaudy⁵ spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content

And, tender churl⁶, makest waste in niggarding.

Pity the world, or else this glutton⁷ be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

对天生的尤物我们要求蕃盛，

以便美的玫瑰永远不会枯死，

但开透的花朵既要及时雕零，

就应把记忆交给娇嫩的后嗣；

但你，只和你自己的明眸定情，

把自己当燃料喂养眼中的火焰，

和自己作对，待自己未免太狠，

把一片丰沃的土地变成荒田。

你现在是大地的清新的点缀，

又是锦绣阳春的唯一的前锋，

为什么把富源葬送在嫩蕊里，

温柔的鄙夫，要吝啬，反而浪用？

可怜这个世界吧，要不然，贪夫，

就吞噬世界的份，由你和坟墓。