十四行詩 Sonnet 123
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wondering at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
This I do vow and this shall ever be;
I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.
不，時光，你斷不能誇說我在變：
你新建的金字塔，不管多雄壯，
對我一點不稀奇，一點不新鮮；
它們只是舊景象披上了新裝。
我們的生命太短促，所以羨慕
你拿來矇騙我們的那些舊貨；
幻想它們是我們心願的產物，
不肯信從前曾經有人談起過。
對你和你的紀錄我同樣不賣賬，
過去和現在都不能使我驚奇，
因爲你的記載和我所見都扯謊，
都多少是你疾馳中造下的孽跡。
我敢這樣發誓：我將萬古不渝，
不管你和你的鐮刀多麼鋒利。
