所以我从来不装扮你的秀颊。
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
我发觉，或者自以为发觉，你远胜
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
那诗人奉献给你的一纸贫乏：
The barren tender of a poet's debt;
因此我就把对你的好评休止，
And therefore have I slept in your report,
有你自己在，就让你自己来证明
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
寻常的羽管笔说不好你的价值，
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
听它说得愈高妙而其实愈不行。
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
你认为我沉默寡言是我的过失，
This silence for my sin you did impute,
其实我哑着正是我最大的荣誉；
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb;
因为我没响，就没破坏美，可是
For I impair not beauty, being mute,
别人要给你生命，给了你坟墓。
When others would give life and bring a tomb.
比起你两位诗人曲意的赞美来，
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
你一只明眸里有着更多的生命在。
Than both your poets can in praise devise.