Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 114

　　Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?

　　Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,

　　And that your love taught it this alchemy,

　　To make of monsters and things indigest

　　Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,

　　Creating every bad a perfect best,

　　As fast as objects to his beams assemble?

　　O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing,

　　And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:

　　Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,

　　And to his palate doth prepare the cup:

　　If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin

　　That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

　　是否我的心，既把你當(dāng)王冠戴，

　　喝過帝王們的鴆毒--自我阿諛?

　　還是我該說，我眼睛說的全對，

　　因?yàn)槟愕膼劢虝?huì)它這煉金術(shù)，

　　使它能夠把一切蛇神和牛鬼

　　轉(zhuǎn)化為和你一樣柔媚的天嬰，

　　把每個(gè)丑惡改造成盡善盡美，

　　只要事物在它的柔輝下現(xiàn)形?

　　哦，是前者;是眼睛的自我陶醉，

　　我偉大的心靈把它一口喝盡：

　　眼睛曉得投合我心靈的口味，

　　為它準(zhǔn)備好這杯可口的毒飲。

　　盡管杯中有毒，罪過總比較輕，

　　因?yàn)橄葠凵纤氖俏业难劬Α?/p>