Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 95

　　Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,

　　Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!

　　O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!

　　That tongue that tells the story of thy days,

　　Making lascivious comments on thy sport,

　　Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise;

　　Naming thy name blesses an ill report.

　　O, what a mansion have those vices got

　　Which for their habitation chose out thee,

　　Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot,

　　And all things turn to fair that eyes can see!

　　Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;

　　The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

　　恥辱被你弄成多溫柔多可愛!

　　恰像馥郁的玫瑰花心的毛蟲，

　　它把你含苞欲放的美名污敗!

　　哦，多少溫馨把你的罪過遮蒙!

　　那講述你的生平故事的長舌，

　　想對你的娛樂作淫猥的評論，

　　只能用一種贊美口氣來貶責：

　　一提起你名字，誣蔑也變諂佞。

　　哦，那些罪過找到了多大的華廈，

　　當它們把你挑選來作安樂窩，

　　在那兒美為污點披上了輕紗，

　　在那兒觸目的一切都變清和!

　　警惕呵，心肝，為你這特權(quán)警惕;

　　最快的刀被濫用也失去鋒利!