歌词与中文翻译
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
将来谁会相信我这些歌唱，
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
如果你至高的美德溢满诗章？
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
尽管,天知道,这只是一座坟墓,
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
埋着你的生命和一半的本色。
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
如果我能描摹流盼的美目，
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
把你的千娇百媚织入我的诗行,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
未来的时代会说：“这诗人撒谎：
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
'这样的天工之笔从未描过尘世的面庞”
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
于是我的诗稿带着岁月的熏黄，
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
将受到嘲弄，像嘲弄饶舌的老头的一样；
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage,
你应得的礼赞被诬作诗人的狂想，
And stretched meter of an antique song:
或看作一首古曲的虚饰夸张：
But were some child of yours alive that time,
但那时你若有个子孙在人世，
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
你就活两次：在他身上，在诗里。