Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 114

　　Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?

　　Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,

　　And that your love taught it this alchemy,

　　To make of monsters and things indigest

　　Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,

　　Creating every bad a perfect best,

　　As fast as objects to his beams assemble?

　　O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing,

　　And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:

　　Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,

　　And to his palate doth prepare the cup:

　　If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin

　　That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

　　是否我的心，既把你当王冠戴，

　　喝过帝王们的鸩毒--自我阿谀?

　　还是我该说，我眼睛说的全对，

　　因为你的爱教会它这炼金术，

　　使它能够把一切蛇神和牛鬼

　　转化为和你一样柔媚的天婴，

　　把每个丑恶改造成尽善尽美，

　　只要事物在它的柔辉下现形?

　　哦，是前者;是眼睛的自我陶醉，

　　我伟大的心灵把它一口喝尽：

　　眼睛晓得投合我心灵的口味，

　　为它准备好这杯可口的毒饮。

　　尽管杯中有毒，罪过总比较轻，

　　因为先爱上它的是我的眼睛。