莎翁的第二首十四行诗是第一首延续，主题还是优秀的人要考虑子嗣，不要白白耽搁大好时光，措辞稍稍严厉一些，当然也是长者妥妥的关爱，呵呵。

Sonnet 2

William Shakespeare 

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,

Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held.

Then being asked 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 praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use 

If thou couldst answer "This 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.