载上灵车，连同白色坚脆的麦芒， Then of thy beauty do I question make, 于是我不禁为你的美色担忧， That thou among the wastes of time must go, 你也会迟早没入时间的荒凉， Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, 既然甘美的事物总是会自暴自弃， And die ...