雙語·莎士比亞十四行詩集 54

LIV

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem

For that sweet odor, which doth in it live.

The canker blooms have full as deep a dye

As the perfumed tincture of the roses.

Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly

When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:

But, for their virtue only is their show,

They live unwooed, and unrespected fade;

Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;

Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odors made:

And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,

When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.