My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows¹ I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate².
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
  Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
  Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.

这镜子决不能使我相信我老，
只要大好韶华和你还是同年；
但当你脸上出现时光的深槽，
我就盼死神来了结我的天年。
因为那一切妆点着你的美丽
都不过是我内心的表面光彩；
我的心在你胸中跳动，正如你
在我的：那么，我怎会比你先衰？
哦，我的爱呵，请千万自己珍重，
像我珍重自己，乃为你，非为我。
怀抱着你的心，我将那么郑重，
像慈母防护着婴儿遭受病魔。
　　别侥幸独存，如果我的心先碎；
　　你把心交我，并非为把它收回。