十四行詩 Sonnet 70
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days,
Either not assail'd or victor being charged;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy evermore enlarged:
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
你受人指摘，並不是你的瑕疵，
因爲美麗永遠是誹謗的對象；
美麗的無上的裝飾就是猜疑，
像烏鴉在最晴朗的天空飛翔。
所以，檢點些，讒言只能更恭維
你的美德，既然時光對你鍾情；
因爲惡蛆最愛那甜蜜的嫩蕊，
而你的正是純潔無瑕的初春。
你已經越過年輕日子的埋伏，
或未遭遇襲擊，或已克服敵手；
可是，對你這樣的讚美並不足
堵住那不斷擴大的嫉妒的口：
若沒有猜疑把你的清光遮掩，
多少個心靈的王國將歸你獨佔。
