Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 140

　　My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;

　　Lest sorrow lend me words and words express

　　The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

　　If I might teach thee wit, better it were,

　　Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;

　　As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,

　　No news but health from their physicians know;

　　For if I should despair, I should grow mad,

　　And in my madness might speak ill of thee:

　　Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,

　　Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,

　　That I may not be so, nor thou belied,

　　Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.

　　你狠心，也该放聪明;别让侮蔑

　　把我不作声的忍耐逼得太甚;

　　免得悲哀赐我喉舌，让你领略

　　我的可怜的痛苦会怎样发狠。

　　你若学了乖，爱呵，就觉得理应

　　对我说你爱我，纵使你不如此;

　　好像暴躁的病人，当死期已近，

　　只愿听医生报告健康的消息;

　　因为我若是绝望，我就会发疯，

　　疯狂中难保不把你胡乱咒骂：

　　这乖张世界是那么不成体统，

　　疯狂的耳总爱听疯子的坏话。

　　要我不发疯，而你不遭受诽谤，

　　你得把眼睛正视，尽管心放荡。