Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 108

　　Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?

　　What's new to speak, what new to register,

　　That may express my love or thy dear merit?

　　Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,

　　I must, each day say o'er the very same,

　　Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,

　　Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.

　　So that eternal love in love's fresh case

　　Weighs not the dust and injury of age,

　　Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,

　　But makes antiquity for aye his page,

　　Finding the first conceit of love there bred

　　Where time and outward form would show it dead.

　　腦袋里有什么，筆墨形容得出，

　　我這顆真心不已經對你描畫?

　　還有什么新東西可說可記錄，

　　以表白我的愛或者你的真價?

　　沒有，乖乖;可是，虔誠的禱詞

　　我沒有一天不把它復說一遍;

　　老話并不老;你屬我，我也屬你，

　　就像我祝福你名字的頭一天。

　　所以永恒的愛在長青愛匣里

　　不會蒙受年歲的損害和塵土，

　　不會讓皺紋占據(jù)應有的位置，

　　反而把老時光當作永久的家奴;

　　發(fā)覺最初的愛苗依舊得保養(yǎng)，

　　盡管時光和外貌都盼它枯黃。