I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. 我曾对朋友生气；把愤怒说出来，怒气便消散了。 I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. 我曾对敌人生气；我没有说出口，怒气却日益滋长。 Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives it ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair. 爱不求取悦自己，也不为自己操心；它让别人安宁，在地狱的绝望中筑起天堂。 Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? 我不也是一只像你的飞虫吗？你不也是一个像我的人吗？ For I dance And drink, and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. 我也跳舞、饮酒、歌唱，直到某只无情的手拂落我的翅膀。 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: 狂风摇撼五月可爱的花蕾，夏日的时光又总是太短。