So far from variation or quick change? 行文沉闷呆板，千篇一律？

　　Why with the time do I not glance aside 为什么我的诗不顺应时尚，

　　To new-found methods and to compounds strange? 花样翻新，自铸奇特的伟辞？

　　Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, 为什么我总是重复同一个主皆，我的所有诗趣总穿同一件诗衣？

　　That every word doth almost tell my name, 几乎每一个词都打着我的印记，

　　Showing their birth and where they did proceed? 透露它出自何手，意在何地何时。

　　O, know, sweet love, I always write of you, 啊，我的小亲亲，我的笔底明珠，

　　And you and love are still my argument; 我只是写你、写爱、永远不会换题。

　　So all my best is dressing old words new, 竭聪尽智，我只能陈辞翻出新意境.

　　Spending again what is already spent: 旧曲重弹，又何妨故伎今日再重施。

　　For as the sun is daily new and old, 天上太阳，日日轮因新成旧，

　　So is my love still telling what is told. 铭心之爱，不尽衷肠诉无休。