Lo!

in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his sacred majesty;And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,Resembling strong youth in his middle age,yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,Attending on his golden pilgrimage;But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted areFrom his low tract and look another way:So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.

看，当普照万物的太阳从东方抬起了火红的头，下界的眼睛都对他初升的景象表示敬仰，用目光来恭候他神圣的驾临；然后他既登上了苍穹的极峰，像精力饱满的壮年，雄姿英发，万民的眼睛依旧膜拜他的峥嵘，紧紧追随着他那疾驰的金驾。

但当他，像耄年拖着尘倦的车轮，从绝顶颤巍巍地离开了白天，众目便一齐从他下沉的足印移开它们那原来恭顺的视线。

　　同样，你的灿烂的日中一消逝，　　你就会悄悄死去，如果没后嗣。

【Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 7查看网站：[db:时间]】