Those hours, that with gentle work did frame　　The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,　　Will play the tyrants to the very same　　And that unfair which fairly doth excel:　　For never-resting time leads summer on　　To hideous winter and confounds him there;　　Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,　　Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:　　Then, were not summer's distillation left,　　A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,　　Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,　　Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:　　But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,　　Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

　　那些时辰曾经用轻盈的细工　　织就这众目共注的可爱明眸，　　终有天对它摆出魔王的面孔，　　把绝代佳丽剁成龙锺的老丑：　　因为不舍昼夜的时光把盛夏　　带到狰狞的冬天去把它结果;　　生机被严霜窒息，绿叶又全下，　　白雪掩埋了美，满目是赤裸裸：　　那时候如果夏天尚未经提炼，　　让它凝成香露锁在玻璃瓶里，　　美和美的流泽将一起被截断，　　美，和美的记忆都无人再提起：　　但提炼过的花，纵和冬天抗衡，　　只失掉颜色，却永远吐着清芬。

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