莎士比亚《Venus and Adonis》翻译 - 197

'Poor flower,' quoth she, 'this was thy fathers guise—

Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire—

For every little grief to wet his eyes:

To grow unto himself was his desire,

And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good

To wither in my breast as in his blood.

“惜哉鲜花汝父假，

  子花芳自父花芳，

  父花悲伤把泪撒：

  灌浇唯愿子花彰，

  花谢于血本属卿，

  不及谢萎在吾膺”