Sonnet 112

Your love and pity doth th'impression fill，

Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow；

For what care I who calls me well or ill，

So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?

You are my all-the-world, and I must strive

To know my shames and praises from your tongue；

None else to me, nor I to none alive，

That my steeled sense or changes right or wrong.

In so profound abysm I throw all care

Of others'voices, that my adder's sense

To critic and to flatterer stopped are.

Mark how with my neglect I do dispense：

You are so strongly in my purpose bred，

That all the world besides methinks are dead.

一一二

你的爱怜抹掉那世俗的讥谗

打在我的额上的耻辱的烙印；

别人的毁誉对我有什么相干，

你既表扬我的善又把恶遮隐！

你是我整个宇宙，我必须努力

从你的口里听取我的荣和辱；

我把别人，别人把我，都当作死，

谁能使我的铁心肠变善或变恶？

别人的意见我全扔入了深渊，

那么干净，我简直像聋蛇一般，

凭他奉承或诽谤都充耳不闻。

请倾听我怎样原谅我的冷淡：

你那么根深蒂固长在我心里，

全世界，除了你，我都认为死去。