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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead. 对于我，俊友，你永远不会哀老，
因为自从我的眼碰见你的眼，
你还是一样美。三个严冬摇掉
三个苍翠的夏天的树叶和光艳，
三个阳春三度化作秋天的枯黄。
时序使我三度看见四月的芳菲
三度被六月的炎炎烈火烧光。
但你，还是和初见时一样明媚；
唉，可是美，像时针，它蹑着脚步
移过钟面，你看不见它的踪影；
同样，你的姣颜，我以为是常驻，
其实在移动，迷惑的是我的眼睛。
颤栗吧，未来的时代，听我呼吁：
你还没有生，美的夏天已死去。
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