过多的轻蔑来压迫我缄口的忍耐；
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
不然，悲哀会借给我口舌，来说出
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
没人同情我——这种痛苦的情况来。
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
假如我能把智慧教给你，那多好！
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
尽管不爱我，你也得对我说爱；
Though not to love, yet love, to tell me so;
正像暴躁的病人，死期快到，
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
只希望医生对他说，他会好得快；
No news but health from their physicians know.
因为，假如我绝望了，我就会疯狂，
For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
疯狂了，我就会把你的坏话乱讲：
And in my madness might speak ill of thee.
如今这恶意的世界坏成了这样，
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad
疯了的耳朵会相信疯狂的诽谤。
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
要我不乱说你，不疯，你的目光
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
就得直射，尽管你的心在远方。
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.