1：
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
我承認妳並沒有和我的詩神
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
結同心，因而可以絲毫無愧恧
The dedicated words which writers use
去俯覽那些把妳作主題的詩人
Of their fair subject, blessing every book
對妳的贊美，褒獎著每本詩集。
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
妳的智慧和姿色都壹樣出眾，
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
又發覺妳的價值比我的贊美高，
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
因而妳不得不到別處去追蹤
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days
這邁進時代的更生動的寫照。
And do so, love; yet when they have devised
就這麽辦，愛呵，但當他們既已
What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
使盡了浮誇的辭藻把妳刻劃，
Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized
真美的妳只能由真誠的知己
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;
用真樸的話把妳真實地表達;
And their gross painting might be better used
他們的濃脂粉只配拿去染紅
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.
貧血的臉頰;對於妳卻是濫用。
2：
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
無論我將活著為妳寫墓誌銘，
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
或妳未亡而我已在地下腐朽，
From hence your memory death cannot take,
縱使我已被遺忘得壹幹二凈，
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
死神將不能把妳的憶念奪走。
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
妳的名字將從這詩裏得永生，
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
雖然我，壹去，對人間便等於死;
The earth can yield me but a mon grave,
大地只能夠給我壹座亂葬墳，
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
而妳卻將長埋在人們眼睛裏。
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
我這些小詩便是妳的紀念碑，
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
未來的眼睛固然要百讀不厭，
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
未來的舌頭也將要傳誦不衰，
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
當現在呼吸的人已瞑目長眠。
You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
這強勁的筆將使妳活在生氣
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
最蓬勃的地方，在人們的嘴裏。