Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 112

　　Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;

　　For what care I who calls me well or ill,

　　So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?

　　You are my all the world, and I must strive

　　To know my shames and praises from your tongue:

　　None else to me, nor I to none alive,

　　That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong.

　　In so profound abysm I throw all care

　　Of others' voices, that my adder's sense

　　To critic and to flatterer stopped are.

　　Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:

　　You are so strongly in my purpose bred

　　That all the world besides methinks are dead.

　　你的爱怜抹掉那世俗的讥谗

　　打在我的额上的耻辱的烙印;

　　别人的毁誉对我有什么相干，

　　你既表扬我的善又把恶遮隐!

　　你是我整个宇宙，我必须努力

　　从你的口里听取我的荣和辱;

　　我把别人，别人把我，都当作死，

　　谁能使我的铁心肠变善或变恶?

　　别人的意见我全扔入了深渊，

　　那么干净，我简直像聋蛇一般，

　　凭他奉承或诽谤都充耳不闻。

　　请倾听我怎样原谅我的冷淡：

　　你那么根深蒂固长在我心里，

　　全世界，除了你，我都认为死去。