Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 82

　　I grant thou wert not married to my Muse

　　And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook

　　The dedicated words which writers use

　　Of their fair subject, blessing every book

　　Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,

　　Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,

　　And therefore art enforced to seek anew

　　Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days

　　And do so, love; yet when they have devised

　　What strained touches rhetoric can lend,

　　Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized

　　In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;

　　 And their gross painting might be better used

　　 Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.

　　我承认你并没有和我的诗神

　　结同心，因而可以丝毫无愧恧

　　去俯览那些把你作主题的诗人

　　对你的赞美，褒奖着每本诗集。

　　你的智慧和姿色都一样出众，

　　又发觉你的价值比我的赞美高，

　　因而你不得不到别处去追踪

　　这迈进时代的更生动的写照。

　　就这么办，爱呵，但当他们既已

　　使尽了浮夸的辞藻把你刻划，

　　真美的你只能由真诚的知己

　　用真朴的话把你真实地表达；

　　　　他们的浓脂粉只配拿去染红

　　　　贫血的脸颊；对于你却是滥用。