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.

　　耻辱被你弄成多温柔多可爱!

　　恰像馥郁的玫瑰花心的毛虫，

　　它把你含苞欲放的美名污败!

　　哦，多少温馨把你的罪过遮蒙!

　　那讲述你的生平故事的长舌，

　　想对你的娱乐作淫猥的评论，

　　只能用一种赞美口气来贬责：

　　一提起你名字，诬蔑也变谄佞。

　　哦，那些罪过找到了多大的华厦，

　　当它们把你挑选来作安乐窝，

　　在那儿美为污点披上了轻纱，

　　在那儿触目的一切都变清和!

　　警惕呵，心肝，为你这特权警惕;

　　最快的刀被滥用也失去锋利!