名人诗歌|Sonnet I

From fairest creatures we desire increase，

That thereby^{1 beauty's rose might never die，}

But as the riper should by time decease，

His tender heir might bear his memory：

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes，

Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel，

Making a famine where abundance lies，

Thy self thy foe^{2， to thy sweet self too cruel：}

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament^3，

And only herald^{4 to the gaudy5 spring，}

Within thine own bud buriest thy content，

And tender churl^{6 mak'st waste in niggarding：}

Pity the world， or else this glutton^{7 be，}

To eat the world's due， by the grave and thee.