十四行詩 Sonnet 26
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my Duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
我愛情的至尊，你的美德已經
使我這藩屬加強對你的擁戴，
我現在寄給你這詩當作使臣，
去向你述職，並非要向你炫才。
職責那麼重，我又才拙少俊語，
難免要顯得赤裸裸和她相見，
但望你的妙思，不嫌它太粗鄙，
在你靈魂裏把它的赤裸裸遮掩；
因而不管什麼星照引我前程，
都對我露出一副和悅的笑容，
把華服加給我這寒傖的愛情，
使我配得上你那繾綣的恩寵。
那時我纔敢對你誇耀我的愛，
否則怕你考驗我，總要躲起來
