Sonnet 1
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beautys 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,
Feedst thy lights flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thout that are now the worlds fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, makst waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the worlds due, by the grave and thee.
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day？
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd；
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd；
But thy eternal beauty shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest；
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
这些诗句展示了莎士比亚十四行诗的魅力和深度，涵盖了爱情、美、时间和死亡等主题。希望这些原文对你有所帮助。