十四行詩 Sonnet 112
Your love and pity doth the impression fill
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
You are my all the world, and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue:
None else to me, nor I to none alive,
That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
You are so strongly in my purpose bred
That all the world besides methinks are dead.
你的愛憐抹掉那世俗的譏讒
打在我的額上的恥辱的烙印；
別人的譭譽對我有什麼相干，
你既表揚我的善又把惡遮隱！
你是我整個宇宙，我必須努力
從你的口裏聽取我的榮和辱；
我把別人，別人把我，都當作死，
誰能使我的鐵心腸變善或變惡？
別人的意見我全扔入了深淵，
那麼幹淨，我簡直像聾蛇一般，
憑他奉承或誹謗都充耳不聞。
請傾聽我怎樣原諒我的冷淡：
你那麼根深蒂固長在我心裏，
全世界，除了你，我都認爲死去。
