莎士比亚十四行诗全集:第140篇（打印版）

　　Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; 当心呀，你可别一味由着性儿残酷，我缄口的忍耐或难容你过分的侮辱，

　　Lest sorrow lend me words and words express The manner of my pity-wanting pain. 到时候悲哀会化作言辞，如衷曲述说我心中失掉你哀怜的痛苦。

　　If I might teach thee wit, better it were, 如果我能教会你学乖，那么，

　　Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so; 你就会言不由衷地说你还爱我如初。

　　As testy sick men, when their deaths be near, 这就像脾气不好的病人，虽近死期，

　　No news but health from their physicians know; 仍一味要医生说，他会很快康复。

　　For if I should despair, I should grow mad, 因为，我如果不幸于绝望中疯狂，

　　And in my madness might speak ill of thee: 就可能在狂态里乱揭你的阴私和错误。

　　Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, 而今这附逆助恶的世界已坏到了头，

　　Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be, 疯耳朵偏能与疯谎言和睦共处。

　　That I may not be so, nor thou belied, 要我不疯狂，你也不遭到诽谤，

　　Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide. 你要正眼看人，纵心里男盗女娼。