My love is as a fever, longing¹ stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions² are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse³ as madmen's are,At random⁴ from the truth vainly express'd;  For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,  Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

我的爱是一种热病，它老切盼那能够使它长期保养的单方，服食一种能维持病状的药散，使多变的病态食欲长久盛旺。理性（那医治我的爱情的医生）生气我不遵守他给我的嘱咐，把我扔下，使我绝望，因为不信医药的欲望，我知道，是条死路。我再无生望，既然丧失了理智，整天都惶惑不安、烦躁、疯狂；无论思想或谈话，全像个疯子，脱离了真实，无目的，杂乱无章；　　因为我曾赌咒说你美，说你璀璨，　　你却是地狱一般黑，夜一般暗。