十四行诗 Sonnet 151

love is too young to know what conscience is;

Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?

Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,

Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:

For, thou betraying me, I do betray

My nobler part to my gross body's treason;

My soul doth tell my body that he may

Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;

But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee

As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,

He is contented thy poor drudge to be,

To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.

No want of conscience hold it that I call

Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.

爱神太年轻，不懂得良心是什么；

但谁不晓得良心是爱情所产？

那么，好骗子，就别专找我的错，

免得我的罪把温婉的你也牵连。

因为，你出卖了我，我的笨肉体

又哄我出卖我更高贵的部分；

我灵魂叮嘱我肉体，说它可以

在爱情上胜利；肉体再不作声，

一听见你的名字就马上指出

你是它的胜利品；它趾高气扬，

死心蹋地作你最鄙贱的家奴，

任你颐指气使，或倒在你身旁。

　　所以我可问心无愧地称呼她

　　做"爱"，我为她的爱起来又倒下。