It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'
As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
To this I witness call the fools of time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
假如我的爱只是权势的嫡种,
它就会是命运的无父的私生子,
受时光的宠辱所磨折和播弄,
同野草闲花一起任人们采刈。
不呀,它并不是建立在偶然上;
它既不为荣华的笑颜所转移,
也经受得起我们这时代风尚
司空见惯的抑郁、愤懑的打击:
它不害怕那只在短期间有效、
到处散播异端和邪说的权谋,
不因骄阳而生长,雨也冲不掉,
它巍然独立在那里,深思熟筹。
被时光愚弄的人们,起来作证!
你们毕生作恶,却一死得干净。