The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,

　　Will play the tyrants to the very same

　　And that unfair which fairly doth excel:

　　For never-resting time leads summer on

　　To hideous winter and confounds him there;

　　Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,

　　Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:

　　Then, were not summer's distillation left,

　　A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,

　　Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,

　　Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:

　　But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,

　　Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

　　那些时辰曾经用轻盈的细工

　　织就这众目共注的可爱明眸，

　　终有天对它摆出魔王的面孔，

　　把绝代佳丽剁成龙锺的老丑：

　　因为不舍昼夜的时光把盛夏

　　带到狰狞的冬天去把它结果;

　　生机被严霜窒息，绿叶又全下，

　　白雪掩埋了美，满目是赤裸裸：

　　那时候如果夏天尚未经提炼，

　　让它凝成香露锁在玻璃瓶里，

　　美和美的流泽将一起被截断，

　　美，和美的记忆都无人再提起：

　　但提炼过的花，纵和冬天抗衡，

　　只失掉颜色，却永远吐着清芬。