Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant¹ prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented² thy poor drudge³ to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
  No want of conscience hold it that I call
  Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.

爱神太年轻，不懂得良心是什么；
但谁不晓得良心是爱情所产？
那么，好骗子，就别专找我的错，
免得我的罪把温婉的你也牵连。
因为，你出卖了我，我的笨肉体
又哄我出卖我更高贵的部分；
我灵魂叮嘱我肉体，说它可以
在爱情上胜利；肉体再不作声，
一听见你的名字就马上指出
你是它的胜利品；它趾高气扬，
死心蹋地作你最鄙贱的家奴，
任你颐指气使，或倒在你身旁。
　　所以我可问心无愧地称呼她
　　做"爱"，我为她的爱起来又倒下。