How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed madeBy looking on thee in the living day,When in dead night thy fair imperfect shadeThrough heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!

• 我的眼睛，我说，会感到多幸运若能够凝望你在光天化日中，既然在死夜里你那不完全的影对酣睡中闭着的眼透出光容！