When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, 那时的美恰如今日之花自灭自生。

　　Before the bastard signs of fair were born, Or durst inhabit on a living brow; 那时虚矫粉饰之美尚未出世，更不敢在活人的额上兀自存身。

　　Before the golden tresses of the dead, 那时死者的金发尚能安然

　　The right of sepulchres, were shorn away, 长存于墓穴，尚未遭祸于快剪

　　To live a second life on second head; 以便在第二个额头上苟延年命，

　　Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay: 好使美艳在别人头上借发重生。

　　In him those holy antique hours are seen, 在他们身上活现出远古圣洁的光彩，

　　Without all ornament, itself and true, 天然去雕饰，惟有朴质天真，

　　Making no summer of another's green, 不借他人之绿铺陈夏色，

　　Robbing no old to dress his beauty new; 不掠旧美使华服如新。

　　And him as for a map doth Nature store, 天教他权作一幅美色活标本，

　　To show false Art what beauty was of yore. 好使假匠人得识古代美人真身。