Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 140
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee:
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.
你狠心，也該放聰明；別讓侮蔑
把我不作聲的`忍耐逼得太甚；
免得悲哀賜我喉舌，讓你領略
我的可憐的痛苦會怎樣發狠。
你若學了乖，愛呵，就覺得理應
對我說你愛我，縱使你不如此；
好像暴躁的病人，當死期已近，
只願聽醫生報告健康的消息；
因爲我若是絕望，我就會發瘋，
瘋狂中難保不把你胡亂咒罵：
這乖張世界是那麼不成體統，
瘋狂的耳總愛聽瘋子的壞話。
要我不發瘋，而你不遭受誹謗，
你得把眼睛正視，儘管心放蕩。
