LOOKinthyglass,andtellthefacethouviewestNowisthetimethatfaceshouldformanother,Whosefreshrepairifnowthourenewest,Thoudostbeguiletheworld,unblesssomemother.ForwhereisshesofairwhoseunearedwombDisdainsthetillageofthyhusbandry?OrwhoishesofondwillbethetombOfhisself-love,tostopposterity?Thouartthymother'sglass,andsheintheeCallsbackthelovelyAprilofherprime;Sothouthroughwindowsofthineageshaltsee,Despiteofwrinkles,thisthygoldentime.Butifthouliverememb'rednottobe,Diesingle,andthineimagedieswiththee.

　　这是莎士比亚的十四行诗的第三首