William Shakespeare - The Sonnets (6) 汉译

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In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:

Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place

With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-kill'd.

That use is not forbidden usury,

Which happies those that pay the willing loan;

That's for thy self to breed another thee,

Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;

Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,

If ten of thine ten times refigur’d thee:

Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,

Leaving thee living in posterity?

Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair

To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.