求一首英文的十四行诗（英文：Sonnet）写了~必须是原创！~

Sonnet Ⅱ
When torty winters shall besiege thy bow ,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery ,so gazed on now ,
Will be a tatter'd weed ,of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say ,within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praide .
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'Hhis fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse, '
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old ,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.