Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 79

　　My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,

　　But now my gracious numbers are decay'd

　　And my sick Muse doth give another place.

　　I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument

　　Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,

　　Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent

　　He robs thee of and pays it thee again.

　　He lends thee virtue and he stole that word

　　From thy behavior; beauty doth he give

　　And found it in thy cheek; he can afford

　　No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.

　　Then thank him not for that which he doth say,

　　Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.

　　當(dāng)初我獨(dú)自一個(gè)懇求你協(xié)助，

　　只有我的詩(shī)占有你一切嫵媚;

　　但現(xiàn)在我清新的韻律既陳腐，

　　我的病詩(shī)神只好給別人讓位。

　　我承認(rèn)，愛呵，你這美妙的題材

　　值得更高明的筆的精寫細(xì)描;

　　可是你的詩(shī)人不過向你還債，

　　他把奪自你的當(dāng)作他的創(chuàng)造。

　　他賜你美德，美德這詞他只從

　　你的行為偷取;他加給你秀妍，

　　其實(shí)從你頰上得來;他的歌頌

　　沒有一句不是從你身上發(fā)見。

　　那么，請(qǐng)別感激他對(duì)你的稱贊，

　　既然他只把欠你的向你償還。