时间会刺破青春的华美精致
会把平行线刻上美人的额角
他会吞噬稀世珍宝、天生丽质
没有什么能逃得过它横扫的镰刀

——莎士比亚《十四行诗》第六十首

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.