For all that beauty that doth cover theeIs but the seemly raiment of my heart,Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:How can I then be elder than thou art?

• 因为那一切妆点着你的美丽都不过是我内心的表面光彩；我的心在你胸中跳动，正如你在我的：那么，我怎会比你先衰？