To me, fair friend, you never can be old,　　For as you were when first your eye I eyed,　　Such seems your beauty still.

Three winters cold　　Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,　　Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd　　In process of the seasons have I seen,　　Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,　　Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

　　Ah!

yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,　　Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;　　So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,　　Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:　　For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;　　Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

　　对于我，俊友，你永远不会哀老，　　因为自从我的眼碰见你的眼，　　你还是一样美。

三个严冬摇掉　　三个苍翠的夏天的树叶和光艳，　　三个阳春三度化作秋天的枯黄。

　　时序使我三度看见四月的芳菲　　三度被六月的炎炎烈火烧光。

　　但你，还是和初见时一样明媚;　　唉，可是美，像时针，它蹑着脚步　　移过钟面，你看不见它的踪影;　　同样，你的姣颜，我以为是常驻，　　其实在移动，迷惑的是我的眼睛。

　　颤栗吧，未来的时代，听我呼吁：　　你还没有生，美的夏天已死去。

【Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 104查看网站：[db:时间]】