Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 70

　　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，并不是你的瑕疵，

　　因?yàn)槊利愑肋h(yuǎn)是誹謗的對(duì)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(diǎn)些，讒言只能更恭維

　　你的美德，既然時(shí)光對(duì)你鐘情;

　　因?yàn)閻呵類勰翘鹈鄣哪廴铮?/p>

　　而你的正是純潔無瑕的初春。

　　你已經(jīng)越過年輕日子的埋伏，

　　或未遭遇襲擊，或已克服敵手;

　　可是，對(duì)你這樣的贊美并不足

　　堵住那不斷擴(kuò)大的嫉妒的口：

　　若沒有猜疑把你的清光遮掩，

　　多少個(gè)心靈的王國將歸你獨(dú)占。