Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 1

　　Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 1

　　FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,

　　That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

　　But as the riper should by time decease,

　　His tender heir might bear his memory:

　　But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

　　Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,

　　Making a famine where abundance lies,

　　Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

　　Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament

　　And only herald to the gaudy spring,

　　Within thine own bud buriest thy content

　　And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.

　　Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

　　To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

　　對(duì)天生的尤物我們要求蕃盛，

　　以便美的玫瑰永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)枯死，

　　但開(kāi)透的花朵既要及時(shí)雕零，

　　就應(yīng)把記憶交給嬌嫩的后嗣;

　　但你，只和你自己的明眸定情，

　　把自己當(dāng)燃料喂養(yǎng)眼中的火焰，

　　和自己作對(duì)，待自己未免太狠，

　　把一片豐沃的土地變成荒田。

　　你現(xiàn)在是大地的清新的點(diǎn)綴，

　　又是錦繡陽(yáng)春的唯一的前鋒，

　　為什么把富源葬送在嫩蕊里，

　　溫柔的鄙夫，要吝嗇，反而浪用?

　　可憐這個(gè)世界吧，要不然，貪夫，

　　就吞噬世界的份，由你和墳?zāi)埂?/p>