Sonnet 35

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done，

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud，

Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun，

And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

All men make faults, and even I in this，

Authorizing thy trespass with compare，

Myself corrupting salving thy amiss，

Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are；

For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense，

Thy adverse party is thy advocate，

And'gainst myself a lawful plea commence：

Such civil war is in my love and hate，

That I an accessary needs must be，

To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

三五

别再为你冒犯我的行为痛苦：

玫瑰花有刺，银色的泉有烂泥，

乌云和蚀把太阳和月亮玷污，

可恶的毛虫把香的嫩蕊盘据。

每个人都有错，我就犯了这点：

运用种种比喻来解释你的恶，

弄脏我自己来洗涤你的罪愆，

赦免你那无可赦免的大错过。

因为对你的败行我加以谅解——

你的原告变成了你的辩护士——

我对你起诉，反而把自己出卖：

爱和憎老在我心中互相排挤，

以致我不得不变成你的助手

去帮你劫夺我，你，温柔的小偷！