十四行诗 Sonnet 22

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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,

So long as youth and thou are of one date;

But when in thee time's furrows I behold,

Then look I death my days should expiate.

For all that beauty that doth cover thee

Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,

Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:

How can I then be elder than thou art?

O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary

As I, not for myself, but for thee will;

Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary

As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.

Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;

Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.

这镜子决不能使我相信我老，

只要大好韶华和你还是同年；

但当你脸上出现时光的深槽，

我就盼死神来了结我的天年。

因为那一切妆点着你的美丽

都不过是我内心的表面光彩；

我的心在你胸中跳动，正如你

在我的：那么，我怎会比你先衰？

哦，我的爱呵，请千万自己珍重，

像我珍重自己，乃为你，非为我。

怀抱着你的心，我将那么郑重，

像慈母防护着婴儿遭受病魔。

别侥幸独存，如果我的心先碎；

你把心交我，并非为把它收回。