From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty ‘s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s fame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
An only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buried thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.
From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty ‘s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s fame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
An only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buried thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be, （Pity 此处，非被动式，属及物动词原形，不可理解为：非祈使用语
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee. 使原作结论，上下矛盾，言悖初衷）
From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty ‘s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, （小弟理解：本段大意：自作主张，自圆其说，自欺欺人，自我安慰，终害人害己）
Feed’st thy light’s fame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
An only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buried thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.
From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty ‘s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s fame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
An only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buried thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.