我個人比較喜歡莎士比亞,求首以下是出自他的《十四行詩》：九七

How like a winter hath my absence been

From thee, the pleasure of the flecting year!

What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
And yet this time removed was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widowed wombs after their lords' decease.
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit,
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or,if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheet
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
離開了你，日子多像寒冬
你是傷心詩我飛逝流年中惟一的歡樂！
我感到無盡的柔美嚴寒，看到無盡的情多黑夜！
觸目是好最好歲末荒寒的一片蕭索！
而離別時正值夏天
碩果累累，英文蘊藏著豐收的求首秋天
滿載著春天狂歡縱樂的果實
像失去夫君，大腹便便的傷心詩寡婦
不過對于我這豐盈的收獲只是
慘淡的希望，如無父孤兒般乖異的柔美果實
因為夏日和它的歡樂只屬于你
你一走，鳥兒也愿再展喉
或者，情多即便歌唱，好最好聲調也那么凄切
樹葉變得慘白，英文畏懼著寒冬的求首到來。
七三
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves,傷心詩 or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
在我身上，你也許會看見秋天的柔美黃葉，
或已謝盡，或三三兩兩
懸掛在寒峭的枯枝，瑟瑟發抖。
那荒廢的舞臺，曾經有鳥兒婉轉啼唱。
在我身上，你也許會看見暮色蒼茫，
日落后，漸漸地在西方消沉褪色；
暗夜，死的化身，將它
一點點拖走，牢牢封存于寂靜。
在我身上，你也許全看到這樣的火焰，
在青春的灰燼里奄奄一息，
終將魂斷靈床，
被那滋養過它的烈焰銷毀。
看見這些，你的愛將更加濃烈，
因為愛將轉瞬離你而去，永歸無期。