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Love is too young to know what conscience is;
虽说爱神太幼小，不懂得什么叫良心，
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
可是谁不知良心原是爱心所生？
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
那么温柔的骗子你可别揪住我的错处，
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
谨防它成为你也曾犯罪的铁证。
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
因为你骗了我，我也与粗鄙肉体联手
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
骗我那更高贵的部分——我的灵魂。
My soul doth tell my body that he may
我的灵魂告诉肉体它可以情场获胜，
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
而那一块肉却急迫地等不及声明，
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
一听到你的名宇便昂首指向你，
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
你是它的战利品；瞧它踌躇满志之情，
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
它多么乐于做你可怜的奴隶，
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
挺立于你的事务，并瘫倒于你身
No want of conscience hold it that I call
天地良心，我当无愧地它作爱，
Her love for whose dear love I rise and fall.
为了她那宝贝，我总是上下升沉。
