你如今活着，将来会不属于自己：
No longer yours than you yourself here live;
你该准备去对抗末日的到来，
Against this coming end you should prepare,
把你可爱的形体让别人来承继。
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
这样，你那租借得来的美影，
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
就能够克服时间，永远不到期：
Find no determination, then you were
你死后可以重新成为你自身，
Yourself again after your self's decease,
只要你儿子保有你美丽的形体。
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
谁会让这么美好的屋子垮下去，
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
不用勤勉和节俭来给以支柱，
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
来帮他对抗冬天的狂风暴雨，
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
对抗死神的毁灭一切的冷酷？
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
只有败家子才会这样呵——你明白：
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know,
你有父亲，你儿子也该有啊，我爱！
You had a father; let your son say so.